The Playtime Mini-Series - COMPLETE!

Title: Vacation
Authors: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko
Pairing: Ichigo/Ishida
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No spoilers that we know of. It might even be a little bit AU, but not too much. Smut. (We’re talking mature audiences only.)
Authors’ Note: This is a sequel/follow-up to our very first Bleach Yaoi FanFic. Please, enjoy it, and we would REALLY appreciate feedback from anyone who reads it, even if it is to just say, “Great job! Write more!” But honestly, we prefer more solid constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: We don\'t own the characters or anything Bleach-related. We just came up with the little plot bunnies. They think our heads are breeding grounds or something.

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Vacation
By: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko


Hugging his knees to his chest, Ishida Uryuu watched from the shade as his classmates socialized, swam, or just lazed in the sun. It was the annual class trip to the beach and Ishida felt like sitting apart. For one, he didn\'t really fit in with any of the social groups - by choice - and for two, he didn\'t want someone to drag him into the water for a swim. Orihime would probably try to drag him out, or Ichigo would goad him into the water, and Ishida had no intention of letting anyone find out his secret: all he could do was dog paddle. He\'d never live it down.

Orihime looked over her shoulder for the millionth time that day and frowned at the sight of Ishida sitting by himself. It just wasn\'t right. He was their friend and fellow fighter and should be sitting with them. Determined to have him join in the fun, she poked Ichigo\'s arm.

\"Kurosaki-kun, why don\'t you go ask Ishida-kun to join us? He looks kinda lonely.\" Orihime knew Ichigo was the only one who had any chance of convincing the Archer of anything.

Ichigo started out of his half-doze where he sat under the shade of a giant umbrella. The girls were sunning themselves and Chad still dozed on beside him. Their more obnoxious companions, namely Asano, were out in the water and Ishida...Ichigo followed Orihime\'s fluttery gesture and laid eyes on the pale, dark-haired youth. He was alone under a tree and...Inoue was right. He did look kind of lonely. Scowling, Ichigo rose with a grunt and dusted off his cargo shorts.

\"Hmpf,\" was the only sound he made as he walked to Ishida\'s tree and leaned back against it. There was a long silence before Ichigo finally said, \"Come sit with us.\"

It was more of a demand than a request, but Ichigo didn\'t figure on too much resistance.

\"No, thank you.\" Ishida didn\'t even bother to look at him and continued to stare off into space.

\"Inoue asked you to.\"

Ichigo turned his eyes in the same direction and let them unfocus as well.

\"And I would rather stay right here.\"

\"What\'s the matter? Afraid of a little sunlight?\"

\"I want to be alone. Have a problem with that, Kurosaki?\"

\"I could care less. It\'s them you have to worry about,\" the red head retorted and gestured toward the group of their friends. \"And they\'re just going to keep sending me back over here, so move your overly pasty ass in that direction. You won\'t melt. I promise.\"

\"So, tell them I want to stay here. Besides, I thought you liked my ass pale,\" Ishida shot back with a smug smirk.

\"I like your ass, regardless of its color, so long as it stays as firm and tight as it is right now. And you know they aren\'t going to take that as an answer.\"

\"Tell them anyway. I\'m not the one who will have to do all walking back and forth.\" Letting go of his knees, Ishida leaned back against the tree, folding his arms behind his head as he stretched his legs in front of him.

\"Don\'t be such a stubborn asshole. Just come join us,\" Ichigo grumbled, his scowl getting deeper.

\"No. I like it right here.\"

\"Don\'t make me drag you. You might not like where you end up.\"

\"Oh, really? And just what would you do? Scowl at me?\"

\"I\'m not joking. You have the next thirty seconds to get off your ass and walk towards the group or I\'m going to drag you.\"

\"I have a better idea.\" Ishida looked up at him and smirked. \"How about you go tell them I don\'t want to join them, then meet me in that shack over there.\" A long way down the beach was a small storage shack, its back butted up against the trees.

The Shinigami looked in the direction of the small shack for a few seconds as he asked, \"Don\'t you think someone will get suspicious if we both go over there?\"

\"Not if we go there separately. And if you go back to them first, Inoue-san will probably send you after me again. If not, you can make up some excuse. Unless you\'re not up to it, Kurosaki? Afraid of getting caught?\" Ishida\'s voice was condescending.

Ichigo cast him an evil look and snorted. \"Whatever. I\'ll see you there.\"

With that, he shoved off the tree and meandered back over to the group, resuming his seat under the umbrella so he could doze again. Really, he wanted Inoue to hurry up and pester him again. Ichigo paused and then turned his mind away from the strangeness of that thought after a second\'s analysis. He must be getting mentally ill...

Orihime watched over her shoulder and smiled when she saw Ishida stand up. Her smile fell as she watched him walk towards the other end of the beach. She whirled on Ichigo.

\"What happened? What did he say? Why is he going over there?\"

\"He said that he wants to be alone and to stop bugging him,\" Ichigo answered nonchalantly and folded his arms behind his head as he settled more comfortably on his beach blanket.

\"Go try again, Kurosaki-kun? Pleeeeeeeeeease?\"

Ichigo lay there for a second as if he was going to ignore her and then sighed. Another second ticked by and then he sat up.

\"Fine,\" he grumbled and stood. Shoving his hands in his hip pockets, he started for the shack, fighting with his overactive libido the whole way to keep his steps grudging. When he finally reached the shack, he went right in and glanced around the fairly decently lit shanty. It was neat and well-kept. To one side lay coils of ropes and hanging folds of fishing nets. To the other stood boxes and shelves. Right in the middle, against the back wall, laid across two saw horses with their fins down, were two recently sex-waxed surfboards. The scent of the sealant was strong in the air and the surfboards carried that newly polished look about them. Finally, he let his eyes wander back to Ishida, who had honestly been the first thing he\'d noticed in the room.

\"Inoue-san told you to come after me again, didn\'t she?\" the dark-haired teen asked, leaning back against the wall to Ichigo’s right amongst the coils of rope and draped nets with his arms crossed. He looked hungry.

\"Ha~,\" Ichigo mumbled and moved toward him. \"Begged is more like it.\"

\"Told you.\"

Reaching out with one hand, Ishida snagged a finger on one of Ichigo\'s belt loops and pulled him closer. They hadn\'t been intimate for the past couple weeks and the Quincy ached with hidden need.

\"Miss me?\" Ichigo purred as his hands came up to slip past Ishida\'s ears, trailing his jaw in the process, and pulled him into a deep, sweet and yet very hungry kiss. He hadn\'t been this horny in a long time. Not since he and Ishida had first started their trysting.

\"Never,\" Ishida lied smoothly against Ichigo\'s lips, even as his hands glided up the redhead\'s sunblock-slick abdomen to clasp strong shoulders. The half-erection he\'d gotten from watching Ichigo slather the cream on himself earlier that day twitched and grew, making his swim trunks uncomfortably tight.

\"Mm-hm,\" Ichigo murmured disbelievingly and slid his hands up Ishida\'s sides. \"Why the shirt? Afraid of the sunlight?\" he taunted good-naturedly as his hands pressed into Ishida\'s flesh and slid down until he had the Quincy\'s hips firmly in his grasp.

\"I burn easily. So, unless you want to hear me complain all summer about my sunburn itching...\"

Tangling long fingers in wild orange hair, Ishida rubbed his nose against Ichigo\'s and ghosted light, teasing kisses on soft lips.

\"No! No, you complain enough as it is,\" Ichigo responded adamantly with a roll of his eyes. He was already hard and they hadn\'t even begun the foreplay yet. It amazed him sometimes how just looking at Ishida Uryuu could get him all fired up and ready to screw or fight, depending on the situation. \"I hope you don\'t have a particular fondness for this shirt though...\"

Ishida backed away just long enough to tug his shirt over his head and drape it over a pile of rope.

\"There. Now we don\'t have to worry about it.\"

Wrapping his arms around Ichigo\'s neck, he pulled him close for a deep, demanding kiss. He sighed blissfully into the Shinigami’s mouth at the feel of their bodies pressing together, both of them already warm from the day\'s heat and getting steadily warmer.

Ichigo smirked and when they broke the kiss he reached out, catching the shirt and bringing it around so that he could hold an end in either hand, thus putting the shirt against Ishida’s lower back like a sling.

“Or do we?” Ichigo murmured with a lick to Ishida’s cheek. He didn’t give the Archer a chance to comment, pulling the Quincy with him towards the very back of the shack. Once there, he let go of one end of the shirt and reached over to the surfboard closest to them, caressing its finish as he lowered his mouth to Ishida’s throat. And then, before Ishida knew what hit him, Ichigo had both of Ishida’s hands tied securely behind his back with the Archer’s very own shirt.

“Hey, Ishida…payback’s a bitch,” he purred against warm, newly wet skin and gave Ishida’s pulse a good nip.

\"Payback?\" Ishida retorted around a soft moan, automatically tilting his head back to give Ichigo more room on his neck. \"Payback for what?\"

He wriggled, testing his bonds, and found them to be too secure for him to free his wrists without help. Growling, he wriggled harder in hopes he\'d loosen the cloth knot.

\"For threatening to leave me tied to a chair last time.\"

Ichigo\'s teeth traced one fine collarbone with gentle nips and then his tongue retraced his teeth\'s path with a broad, soothing swipe. Strong hands found Ishida\'s hips again, settling on them and holding him while Ichigo lightly bumped and ground into the dark-haired youth\'s pelvis. It was so much fun to tease Ishida into incoherency.

Biting his lip to muffle a loud groan, Ishida eagerly ground back and almost forgot to continue wriggling. Almost. He fought against the growing fog in his mind, struggling to stay coherent. Damn Ichigo for being able to turn him into putty with as simple a thing as a look.

\"You deserved it,\" he panted as he tugged on the top of Ichigo\'s ear with his teeth, then sucked on it. \"You were wearing button slacks. How else was I supposed to make you swear never to wear the evil things again?\"

“Ask. Nicely.” A pointed and suggestive comment.

Ishida had almost freed his hands when he found himself suddenly spun. A firm hand press forcefully between his shoulderblades until he was bent over the middle of the nearest surfboard, his cheek resting on the farthest one. The hand continued to press, holding him in place, while a faint rustling sound whispered into the quiet of the shack. A heavy click signaled that something had been placed before him and the hand between his shoulderblades let up enough for him to move his head. Sitting on its cap, full from lack of use, was a brand new tube of lubricant.

Ichigo\'s grin was so potent that it could be felt in the air.

\"Cocoa Butter. Basically, it smells like sunscreen and tastes like coconut-vanilla...kinda. Point is, no one will ever notice.\"

\"You actually showed some forethought. Amazing. I\'ll make sure to circle today\'s date on my calendar when I get home,\" the Archer shot back with a smirk.

The sight of lube made Ishida\'s already full erection grow even harder, making the tightness of his trunks painful. Add the fact that Ichigo had him bent over a surf board in a shack where there was the chance of them getting caught at any moment... It was almost enough to make Ishida cum right then. Desperate for release, he moaned and pressed his ass back into the cradle of Ichigo\'s hips, rubbing his cleft against the promising heat in the redhead\'s shorts.

“Tch, idiot. After the last time, I decided that I liked it better with than without. It’s…slicker,” the Shinigami purred and ran his tongue over the edge of one shoulderblade. “And when it’s applied to your stomach you make the most…delicious noises.”

Kurosaki Ichigo had no idea when his vocabulary had gained the capability of turning toward erotica, but that sort of a comment from him was damn near just that. To take his mind off the little changes Ishida Uryuu was making in his life, Ichigo rocked his hips into Ishida’s clothed rear in a most unfulfilling push that lacked anything more than a teasing note. The hand not holding the Quincy down slipped around to splay against the Archer’s stomach so that they’re dry humping didn’t rock the surfboards just yet. Those surfboards would see abuse soon enough…as soon as the red head was done tormenting his black-haired companion.

\"Nnngh...\" Groaning as the Shinigami’s touch made his skin burn, Ishida pushed back again in wanton need. It was hard to form a coherent sentence, but Ishida managed to pant out, \"Ichigo... if you don\'t hurry up, I\'m going to cum without you.\" The binding around his wrists was completely forgotten.

\"Now who\'s afraid of being caught, Mr. Hurry-up-Ichigo,\" the Shinigami taunted with a very smug smirk. However, he did make quick work of dropping their pants to the floor and pushing them out of the way with one bare foot. With Ishida completely nude and bent over a solid surface before him, bound and at his mercy, Ichigo didn\'t think he would ever again have a hard on that pulsed quite like the one standing proudly against his stomach.

Firmly pressing the spot on Ishida\'s back with his palm again, Ichigo ordered, \"Don\'t move or I pull my pants back on...and leave you like this. Got it?\"

\"Bastard,\" Ishida growled, but it was half-hearted and he stood as still as he could when panting. He wanted, needed so badly, he\'d walk on water right now if he had to in order to get Ichigo to take him.

\"Look who\'s talking,\" Ichigo grumbled and snatched the lube with the hand that had been pressed to Ishida\'s back. It took him only a matter of seconds to slick two fingers and set the lubricant aside. The rich scent of cocoa butter filled the small shack quickly and the Shinigami took in a deep breath before kneeling behind his lover. With his free hand, he soothingly stroked Ishida\'s flank while gently teasing the Quincy\'s entrance.

\"How badly do you want this, Ishida?\" he purred and kissed the base of the Archer\'s tailbone when Ishida\'s legs nearly gave out as Ichigo pushed one slick finger in deep, brushing his prostate with surprising accuracy. He pulled the digit out almost immediately, however, seeking to hear one of the whimpers that made him shiver with arousal.

A low needy whine escaped Ishida\'s throat and he remembered just in time to not press back into his lover\'s face. Every inch of his skin tingled from that brush against his sweet spot and his legs trembled with the effort to hold him up, muscles turned to jelly. This wasn\'t fair! ...And that made it all the more arousing.

\"Uhgn... Kurosaki, you evil *pant* bastard. Don\'t tease!\" Ishida wanted to move; wanted release; wanted to feel Ichigo deep inside him; wanted Ichigo\'s talented hand on his straining, dripping length.

Ichigo gently worked his finger in the second time, nipping lightly at one trembling ass-cheek. It didn\'t take him long to get Ishida loose enough to accommodate him. After all, the Archer was practically begging the red head to take him. The Shinigami grabbed the lube and stood. He couldn\'t wait any longer either. A few pumps with a slick hand and Ichigo was more than ready to sheath himself within his lover\'s tight body.

\"How badly do you want this?\" he repeated in a low voice and stepped closer even as he forced Ishida to step closer to the surfboards and lean on them a bit more.

Too proud to outright beg, Ishida wasn\'t above manipulation. He glanced over his shoulder with one dark, glittering, lust-filled eye and pouted.

\"I~chi~go~...\" he crooned and decided to chance moving. Spreading his legs in invitation, he bowed his back to lift his ass higher and wriggled in wanton need. Blue-black hair fanned on the surfboard and draped around his face, making Ishida look like he\'d already been ravaged. Add the little whines and whimpers of desire he couldn\'t hold back anymore and...

Groaning at the sight, Ichigo shoved himself into Ishida\'s body inch by inch without pause until he was fully seated within the tight slick heat. Only then did he stop and, panting, he reached up to pull the Archer\'s glasses from his face, carefully setting them aside.

\"You look good with them. You look edible without them,\" Ichigo murmured almost breathlessly.

The view of Ishida beneath him, the feel of the Quincy shuddering all around him, made him want more of this. All of it. Forever. And for a second that scared him, but then Ishida shifted his weight, flexing tightly around Ichigo’s erection. He caught the Archer’s hips in a tight grip and nipped Ishida\'s shoulder as he laid his chest on the Quincy\'s back.

\"So, eat me,\" Ishida purred roughly when he could find his voice again, reaching back with his bound hands to trail one light fingertip along the fine line of hair leading from where Ichigo was joined with him to the redhead\'s navel. He clenched his passage around his lover\'s thick length, stressing his need to be taken and eager to hear the Shinigami moan. Having that hot brand of ownership within him made his own erection throb and ache. He wouldn\'t be surprised to find a good-sized puddle of precum beneath him right now, he was leaking so much.

With a low growl, the Death God caught the Quincy Archer\'s shoulder between his teeth and pulled out of Ishida\'s body. He thrust back in almost immediately, repeating the motion and spearing his lover with rough jerks of his hips as he bit and sucked at sweat-slickened skin. Being so possessed by Ishida\'s heat was heaven. Every moan, every whimper, every slap of skin meeting skin was a symphony to his ears and he added to the music with grunts and groans of his own as he laid claim to his partner\'s body. Ishida was HIS.

Slamming back into the Archer\'s body harder than before, Ichigo breathily snarled, \"Mine.\"

Having been on the brink of climax since the first thrust, all it took was that one possessive word to throw Ishida over the edge into blissful oblivion. His own cry ringing in his ears, the Archer barely heard the wet slap of his cum hitting the floor and all went black.

When he came to again a couple minutes later, Ichigo was still slamming into him. Relaxed and muzzy-brained from his orgasm, Ishida rocked back a bit to meet his thrusts and hummed in encouragement, wanting to hear his lover as he came.

There was a moment of suspended pleasure just before Ichigo came; a moment where he tightened his grip and pushed in as far as he possibly could. Ichigo held himself there and moaned helplessly as he came in hot spurts, bathing Ishida’s insides and marking him forever as his. When he was spent, instead of letting himself rest on the weary Archer, Ichigo wrapped his arms around the Quincy’s waist and slowly lowered them to a sitting position on the floor.

Gladly settling in Ichigo\'s lap, Ishida leaned his head back to rest in on the redhead\'s shoulder. He could feel Ichigo\'s cum leaking out of him around the softening member and he hummed in sated pleasure. The bite marks on his neck and back throbbed, but he didn\'t care, more than willing to wear the brands of his lover. Wanting to feel Ichigo\'s chest flush against his back, Ishida lazily twisted his wrists.

\"Untie me?\" he murmured, nuzzling Ichigo\'s neck.

\"Hm,\" Ichigo murred in lazy agreement and carefully unbound him. Then his arms slid around Ishida\'s chest again, pinning his arms to his sides.

A contented sigh flowed past Ishida\'s lips as he let himself go completely limp in his partner’s embrace, softly smiling against Ichigo\'s sweaty neck. One long-fingered hand sought out one of the redhead\'s knees and affectionately squeezed it.

In response, Ichigo tightened his arms and put his nose against Ishida\'s skin wherever he could, which ended up being the Quincy\'s shoulder. A small, sigh - the echo of Ishida\'s - slipped from his lungs.

Long minutes ticked by in cozy silence before Ishida shifted and slowly straightened.

\"The others are probably wondering what happened to us,\" he whispered, reluctant to leave the shack\'s privacy.

“Yeah.”

Slowly, Ichigo’s arms slipped from Ishida’s body and the red head helped him rise from his impalement, limp member slipping easily from the warmth of Ishida’s still slick body. It didn’t take them long to clean up a bit with a scrap of clean cloth that Ichigo dug up from the work space around them. Dressed once more, Ichigo paused by the door and slipped the lube back into his pocket.

“Come join us,” he half demanded and looked Ishida right in the face.

\"No,\" Ishida calmly refused as he pulled his shirt on and pushed his glasses up his nose. \"Like I said before, I\'d rather sit by myself.\"

Ichigo scowled, heavily, and took one menacing step forward...only to grab the back of Ishida\'s head and pull him into a deep but tender kiss. His other hand came up to gently caress the dark-haired teen\'s jaw with the backs of his fingers. When he pulled away, he said simply, \"Fine.\"

Then he left the shack and headed back to Inoue, Tatsuki, Chad, Rukia, Kon and the numerous others that hung around for various reasons.

Readjusting his glasses, Ishida waited a few minutes before leaving the shack. He found a comfortable spot in the shade not too far from the little building and sat down, his eyes trained on Ichigo\'s back as the redhead walked away.

\"I sit by myself...because you\'re such a distraction that it\'s dangerous for me to sit anywhere near you,\" the Archer murmured with an affectionate smirk, watching as Ichigo sat with their friends and immediately got interrogated by Orihime.

\"What happened? Why were you gone so long? Why is he still over there? Kurosaki-kuuuuun!\" Orihime whined, pouting.

\"He didn\'t want to come, I tried to make him, he\'s being a stubborn ass,\" Ichigo stated shortly and resettled on the beach blanket, folding his arms behind his head.

\"Try again? Pleeeeeeease?\"

\"Orihime, stop it,\" Tatsuki scolded. \"If Ishida doesn\'t want to be with us, he doesn\'t have to be.\"

Kuchiki Rukia glanced past the protesting Orihime to her comrade in arms, observing him carefully. She doubted anyone else noticed the rumpled state of his shorts, or the way his lips looked a little redder and plumper than usual, almost swollen. Reminded of the time she had returned to Ichigo\'s room just before dawn and found him tangled around Ishida, both of them dead asleep and completely naked, Rukia had a very good idea of what had kept Ichigo away for so long.

Smirking, she threw a pebble at him to get his attention. Once his eyes were on her, she mouthed, \'Have fun, did we?\'

Ichigo gave her his classic scowl - the one he almost always wore - and mouthed, \'What the hell are you talking about?\' She couldn\'t possibly have any idea of what had gone on in that shack.

\'Who gets top?\' Rukia mouthed, careful to make sure no one was paying attention to their silent conversation. Her eyes glittered with mischief.

The scowl became a full-fledged glower as he silently returned, \'Who do you think?\'

\'Ishida,\' she immediately answered, just to annoy him.

A satisfied smirk suddenly took his lips and he smugly reclined without another word. What did Rukia know anyway?

~Fin~

Second Authors\' Note:
Some of you have stated your displeasure of our request for constructive feedback and our method of encouragement. I\'ll just say this: We write a story and put it up and get no reviews. So, here we\'ve put all this time and effort into it and - more importantly - into getting up to share with everyone because we enjoy doing so and we get no feedback. For all we know, those hits on the story are just people who glanced at the story and left. We don\'t know that you\'re reading it and LIKING it if you don\'t TELL us. Why should we continue to post a story, if we don\'t know if you like it or not? Why waste the time and effort? We want to share our fun and enjoyment in the stories we \"tell\" with you guys. Plus we REALLY like talking to you all. Ask our SasuNaru readers. They\'ll tell you how much we like interaction.

Anyway, our point is, if we don\'t know you like it, we\'re going to stop posting it, so that we can write something that you do like so that we can please you and in the process please ourselves. That\'s all it is. ^____^ Hope that explains it. I kinda rambled. Sorry, LoL.