Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
72
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77,033
Reviews:
524
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Currently Reading:
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I'm Sorry
Pairing: Jushiro x Ichigo
Summery: Jushiro goes to the real world to tell Ichigo that Rukia has died, and then comforts him. Pairing requested by Tsarnin.
I don’t know where my beta went, but I figured I waited long enough so I decided to put this chapter up. When they get back to me I’ll put the beta’d chapter up.
WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, rough sex, lemon, smut, character death, angst.
14 I’m Sorry 01
Jushiro Ukitake sighed and stared out the window with a frown. It had been an awful week. Rukia Kuchiki had been killed by a stray hollow in what was supposed to be a simulation. She had managed to save the trainees, but was unlucky herself. Arrangements for her funeral were already being made, but there was one unpleasant aspect that white-haired captain decided to take on himself.
Informing Kurosaki Ichigo of his friend’s demise.
With his illness under control, Jushiro traveled to the human world and arrived at Urahara Kisuke’s shop. “That is awful.” Urahara sighed and stared off into the distance. “Ichigo-san is in the basement, I will leave you two to your privacy.”
Jushiro gave a polite bow and murmured his thanks before going down the ladder. He was immediately greeted by the side of the orange-haired teen shirtless and sweating while he did sit ups. Ichigo blinked and stood up, cocking his head in confusion at the white-haired captain.
“Jushiro-san?” He asked, his brow furrowing at his serious expression.
It was harder than he thought to tell him. Jushiro felt his chest squeeze as Ichigo’s face went pale and he staggered back a little. The captain grabbed a hold of the lithe teen and guided him to sit on the ground, then pulled him against his chest.
Ichigo didn’t cry. He clung to Jushiro desperately, his hands fisting his kimono and burying his head against the captain’s shoulder. His body hitched, but the tears still didn’t come.
“It’s okay.” Jushiro rocked the teen’s body and rested his head against the soft orange locks. “Sh…”
“She-she’s…” That was all Ichigo go out before biting his lower lip and screwing his eyes shut.
And still the tears didn’t come.
Jushiro was good at the comforting thing, but it was different with Ichigo- as most things were with the substitute Shinigami. It didn’t help that Jushiro was attracted to the orange-haired youth that seemed intent on worming his way into the captain’s heart.
And so Jushiro decided to comfort the boy in a way that would hopefully not be rejected. Ever so carefully, he placed a gentle kiss on the boys head. When Ichigo didn’t push him away, he kissed just a hint lower on his temple. Then his dry cheek and his lips. Ichigo’s wide, brown eyes looked up at Jushiro beseechingly while they kissed, barely opening his mouth to it.
The Shinigami captain pulled away and looked at the teen, letting his fingers trail through the spiky mane while he waited for Ichigo to come to a decision. “Help me?” Came the small voice finally and slim, strong fingers tugged at the older man’s kimono.
“Of course.” Jushiro slid his hands to the back of Ichigo’s neck and kissed him again, this time not holding back on the passion he felt burn within him. Ichigo moaned and clung to him more, returning the kiss feverishly.
The white haired slid his hands up the back of Ichigo’s kimono and rubbed at the flesh there slightly, eagerly swallowing the moan that came out of Ichigo’s mouth. The teen undid the Shinigami’s kimono and touched his chest gingerly, as though afraid of being chastised. When he wasn’t he grew more confident and explored the broader chest curiously. He brushed against one of the dusky nipples and startled a little bit when Jushiro hissed.
Not allowing the teen to escape, Jushiro was quick to claim him in another kiss while his fingers dipped down the back of Ichigo’s hakama. Ichigo clenched his jaw and jerked as one finger pressed dryly into him. It hurt, but it’s what he needed. A second and a third quickly coaxed him up, the raw burn stinging even as the Shinigami captain brushed against his prostate.
Ichigo fumbled with Jushiro’s hakama, untying it and pushing it down just enough to expose his erection. He eyed it with trepidation, but brought his hand up and wrapped it around the hard length. Jushiro sighed contently at the action and removed his fingers to untie Ichigo’s hakama and awkwardly take it off with the teen still sitting in his lap.
When he finally did so, he guided the teen’s hips up and over his erection, simply allowing the head to rub against the puckered entrance while he stared at the substitute Shinigami. Ichigo stared back and gave a slight nod for Jushiro to continue. Gripping the younger man’s hips tightly, Jushiro eased him down, pausing when Ichigo cried out in pain.
Jushiro closed his eyes tightly and fought his own urge to be buried within the heat. When Ichigo relaxed again, he slipped in a little more, stopping a few times when Ichigo tensed in pain. Finally, he was seated entirely inside the panting Ichigo, holding the trembling body close to him as he gently stroked Ichigo’s erection.
It was a few moments before Ichigo stirred lightly and the grip around Jushiro’s penis lessened slightly. With a sigh, the captain took that as his cue to move. They both rocked against each other slightly, Ichigo still adjusting to the odd sensation and Jushiro reveling in it. Lifting himself up a few inches, Ichigo slid back down, moaning at the pleasure it produced.
Their pace started out slow as they both got used to it, then quickened while Jushiro helped ease Ichigo up and down on his erection. Ichigo pumped himself, his breath hitching as he threw his head back. Jushiro pressed loving kisses along the bared neck and tightened the hold he had on the slim hips.
“Ju-Jushiro!” Ichigo called the captains name and tightened around him as milky-white fluid coated his hand.
“Ichigo.” The captain whispered the orange-haired teen’s name and jerked up into him as unbelievable pleasure washed over them both. Ichigo’s convulsing passage milked Jushiro perfectly, spasming slightly as they both tried to get their breath.
The white-haired captain pulled out of the panting teen and rested on his side next to him. Ichigo rolled over into his embrace, ignoring the flare of pain originating from his back side to curl against the older man. “Jushiro?”
“Yes Ichigo?”
“She’s really dead, isn’t she?”
“Yes.”
Ichigo’s face screwed up and he finally cried, sobbing out his sorrow while his lover crooned soothing words and held him close.
“I’m sorry.”
LINE
I tried to keep them as in character as possible, but with such a gloomy plot they were bound to be a little OOC (if not more). I really do love Rukia! I just chose her because she’s in Jushiro’s division.
I just started a new community on live journal for Uke Ichigo, so check it out on my homepage if you’re interested. Those on aff, I tried to update my profile to include it but it wouldn’t let me, I will try again though.
Summery: Jushiro goes to the real world to tell Ichigo that Rukia has died, and then comforts him. Pairing requested by Tsarnin.
I don’t know where my beta went, but I figured I waited long enough so I decided to put this chapter up. When they get back to me I’ll put the beta’d chapter up.
WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, rough sex, lemon, smut, character death, angst.
14 I’m Sorry 01
Jushiro Ukitake sighed and stared out the window with a frown. It had been an awful week. Rukia Kuchiki had been killed by a stray hollow in what was supposed to be a simulation. She had managed to save the trainees, but was unlucky herself. Arrangements for her funeral were already being made, but there was one unpleasant aspect that white-haired captain decided to take on himself.
Informing Kurosaki Ichigo of his friend’s demise.
With his illness under control, Jushiro traveled to the human world and arrived at Urahara Kisuke’s shop. “That is awful.” Urahara sighed and stared off into the distance. “Ichigo-san is in the basement, I will leave you two to your privacy.”
Jushiro gave a polite bow and murmured his thanks before going down the ladder. He was immediately greeted by the side of the orange-haired teen shirtless and sweating while he did sit ups. Ichigo blinked and stood up, cocking his head in confusion at the white-haired captain.
“Jushiro-san?” He asked, his brow furrowing at his serious expression.
It was harder than he thought to tell him. Jushiro felt his chest squeeze as Ichigo’s face went pale and he staggered back a little. The captain grabbed a hold of the lithe teen and guided him to sit on the ground, then pulled him against his chest.
Ichigo didn’t cry. He clung to Jushiro desperately, his hands fisting his kimono and burying his head against the captain’s shoulder. His body hitched, but the tears still didn’t come.
“It’s okay.” Jushiro rocked the teen’s body and rested his head against the soft orange locks. “Sh…”
“She-she’s…” That was all Ichigo go out before biting his lower lip and screwing his eyes shut.
And still the tears didn’t come.
Jushiro was good at the comforting thing, but it was different with Ichigo- as most things were with the substitute Shinigami. It didn’t help that Jushiro was attracted to the orange-haired youth that seemed intent on worming his way into the captain’s heart.
And so Jushiro decided to comfort the boy in a way that would hopefully not be rejected. Ever so carefully, he placed a gentle kiss on the boys head. When Ichigo didn’t push him away, he kissed just a hint lower on his temple. Then his dry cheek and his lips. Ichigo’s wide, brown eyes looked up at Jushiro beseechingly while they kissed, barely opening his mouth to it.
The Shinigami captain pulled away and looked at the teen, letting his fingers trail through the spiky mane while he waited for Ichigo to come to a decision. “Help me?” Came the small voice finally and slim, strong fingers tugged at the older man’s kimono.
“Of course.” Jushiro slid his hands to the back of Ichigo’s neck and kissed him again, this time not holding back on the passion he felt burn within him. Ichigo moaned and clung to him more, returning the kiss feverishly.
The white haired slid his hands up the back of Ichigo’s kimono and rubbed at the flesh there slightly, eagerly swallowing the moan that came out of Ichigo’s mouth. The teen undid the Shinigami’s kimono and touched his chest gingerly, as though afraid of being chastised. When he wasn’t he grew more confident and explored the broader chest curiously. He brushed against one of the dusky nipples and startled a little bit when Jushiro hissed.
Not allowing the teen to escape, Jushiro was quick to claim him in another kiss while his fingers dipped down the back of Ichigo’s hakama. Ichigo clenched his jaw and jerked as one finger pressed dryly into him. It hurt, but it’s what he needed. A second and a third quickly coaxed him up, the raw burn stinging even as the Shinigami captain brushed against his prostate.
Ichigo fumbled with Jushiro’s hakama, untying it and pushing it down just enough to expose his erection. He eyed it with trepidation, but brought his hand up and wrapped it around the hard length. Jushiro sighed contently at the action and removed his fingers to untie Ichigo’s hakama and awkwardly take it off with the teen still sitting in his lap.
When he finally did so, he guided the teen’s hips up and over his erection, simply allowing the head to rub against the puckered entrance while he stared at the substitute Shinigami. Ichigo stared back and gave a slight nod for Jushiro to continue. Gripping the younger man’s hips tightly, Jushiro eased him down, pausing when Ichigo cried out in pain.
Jushiro closed his eyes tightly and fought his own urge to be buried within the heat. When Ichigo relaxed again, he slipped in a little more, stopping a few times when Ichigo tensed in pain. Finally, he was seated entirely inside the panting Ichigo, holding the trembling body close to him as he gently stroked Ichigo’s erection.
It was a few moments before Ichigo stirred lightly and the grip around Jushiro’s penis lessened slightly. With a sigh, the captain took that as his cue to move. They both rocked against each other slightly, Ichigo still adjusting to the odd sensation and Jushiro reveling in it. Lifting himself up a few inches, Ichigo slid back down, moaning at the pleasure it produced.
Their pace started out slow as they both got used to it, then quickened while Jushiro helped ease Ichigo up and down on his erection. Ichigo pumped himself, his breath hitching as he threw his head back. Jushiro pressed loving kisses along the bared neck and tightened the hold he had on the slim hips.
“Ju-Jushiro!” Ichigo called the captains name and tightened around him as milky-white fluid coated his hand.
“Ichigo.” The captain whispered the orange-haired teen’s name and jerked up into him as unbelievable pleasure washed over them both. Ichigo’s convulsing passage milked Jushiro perfectly, spasming slightly as they both tried to get their breath.
The white-haired captain pulled out of the panting teen and rested on his side next to him. Ichigo rolled over into his embrace, ignoring the flare of pain originating from his back side to curl against the older man. “Jushiro?”
“Yes Ichigo?”
“She’s really dead, isn’t she?”
“Yes.”
Ichigo’s face screwed up and he finally cried, sobbing out his sorrow while his lover crooned soothing words and held him close.
“I’m sorry.”
LINE
I tried to keep them as in character as possible, but with such a gloomy plot they were bound to be a little OOC (if not more). I really do love Rukia! I just chose her because she’s in Jushiro’s division.
I just started a new community on live journal for Uke Ichigo, so check it out on my homepage if you’re interested. Those on aff, I tried to update my profile to include it but it wouldn’t let me, I will try again though.