Urges

Ishida POV:

Coming to this roof will never be the same after this. I use to think this roof was good for only eating and getting some time alone. But fuck me if I knew I was going to get fucked on the roof, by Kurosaki Ichigo nonetheless. I always thought he was hot, but, up until yesterday, untouchable. And now, his damn tongue is down my throat, playing with my tonsils. I always like to joke with him about his name meaning strawberry, but heaven knows I never would have thought he would taste like strawberries the way he does today; though that could be his breakfast.

Who the fuck cares? He’s rubbing his chiseled body on mine at the moment. I know it’s probably in bad taste to skip class to have sex, but damn it, his kiss turned me on like a rabbit in heat.

Doesn’t he ever need to breathe? I fucking do, and right now I’m missing my air, hence why I’m pushing on his chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking perturbed. What the hell? Don’t look annoyed because to keep this rooftop romp going, breathing is a necessity.

“I don’t know about you, but I need air to survive.” He’s so cute when he scowls; his bottom lip pops out and it almost looks like a pout if his eyebrows didn’t gather.

“Are you done complaining?” His tongue is running around the lobe of my ear. Yes, THIS is better than class any day. I’m stuck between the literal rock and hard spot, the rock being the wall I’m pushed up against and the hard spot being Ichigo’s body.

“I wasn’t complaining, just trying to sustain my life so you can fuck me again.” I explain very curtly before pushing my hips against his. “That is what you want, correct?”

“Fuck yes.” He dips his head and kisses me again, pushing my shirt open, running his calloused hands across my stomach. I know that when I quiver with want, it turns him on even more, which is why he just moaned into my mouth. I never thought I could have that effect on anyone. It makes me hot thinking that I make him hot.

I throw my head back and squeeze his neck tighter in my arms as he unbuttons my pants, gracing my erection. I bite my to hold back a moan as he starts kissing down my neck, stopping ever so often to nibble at spots on the way down. The bastard is going to exploit every single sensitive spot on my body before letting me cum. Bastard.

I can’t complain though. That could be because his hand is stroking me in my pants. I turn my head and rest it on his shoulder as he keeps attacking my neck.

.......Well that’s not right; they shouldn’t be there. I should warn him.

Putting my mouth against his ear, I let my warm breath creep over the lobe. “Ichigo, we have an audience.” And damn it, he stops the stroking. He slowly removes his hand from my pants as discreetly as one could be half naked without looking where I was looking. He breathes a sigh of annoyance and disappointment. I almost hear him gritting his teeth, or that could be mine. I need this as much as he does.

It’s cold without him flush against me, but I guess it can’t be helped at the moment. I’m sure he’s anxious to see who has interrupted us. He slowly turns his head in the direction of my eyes to find our guest grinning at us.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU PERVERT?!”

“My, my Kurosaki. You didn’t have to stop; I was just going to enjoy the show.”

You know, I’ve seen Ichigo pissed off and even pretty damn angry, but this time, he looks as if he would kill him if he said another word.

“Urahara, did you need something?” I ask through gritted teeth. I AM annoyed, but I think I’m hiding it well.

“I thought that was you, Ishida. How are you doing? You don’t ever come around to my shop anymore.” He obviously doesn’t get that he is about to lose his life to two very horny and very pissed off teenagers.

“CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE FUCKING BUSY?” Ichigo growls out. I almost feel bad for Urahara because I’m sure he has a good reason to be here, but he didn’t help himself by staring at us. I don’t even know how long he’s been lounging on the railing around the roof. In fact, I’m surprised Ichigo hasn’t pushed him off yet.

“I can see you’re fucking, but I would hardly call that busy, seeing as you’re supposed to be in class.” Kisuke smirks, looking us up and down. Prick.

“If you don’t tell me what the fuck you want in the next two seconds, I will kill you.” The prick better talk fast because Ichigo isn’t a patient person and his patience is leaking about as fast as his spirit energy.

“Oi, oi, there’s no need for threats here. I’m here trying to alert you of an issue that could mean life or death.”

“Talk faster.” Wow, Ichigo really sounds pissed. Mental note: Never get interrupt sex for anything, not even to sneeze.

“Touchy.”

“No. Horny, now talk!” Should it makes me feel warm that he’s pissed because he wants to fuck me against this wall as hard as he can, but he can’t at the moment? Urahara laughs as he jumps off the railing and begins walking towards us. Why can’t he just tell us from where he was?

“Would you rather have a much worse interruption? If you don’t, I suggest you listen to me carefully.” Urahara is somewhat scary being serious, not like the idiot we’re used to seeing. “Ichigo, since you started fucking Ishida, you’re leaking an incredible amount of spirit energy. With such a high output amount, I wouldn’t be surprised if a large hollow would attack you at anytime.”

Thank fucking goodness that it was something important because now Ichigo is only pissed at the fact that he’s still hard and not fucking me. Frankly, I’m ready to be fucked, but unfortunately we have a slight issue at hand.

“So what do I do?” Ichigo said that so nicely, gritted teeth and all.

Urahara is standing at an arm’s length difference from us. “Can you control how much spirit energy is being emitted, Kurosaki?”

“How do you fucking do that?”

“Clearly, you do not. It takes a bit of training to do that.” Ichigo doesn’t like that idea already; I can see it in his eyes. He looks just as pissed as he did when he first saw Kisuke; I understand what he’s saying, but then I’m too aroused to worry about it.

Urahara looks between us at our faces of disbelief with slight amusement on his scruffy face. I mean honestly, he could shave more than once every blue moon, and maybe even brush his hair. Anyways...

Of all things he could have done, or said, he begins laughing. WHAT THE HELL?!

“You should see the looks on your faces; they’re priceless.” More irritating laughter. “You both are quite gullible.” Damn, his laughter is really annoying. What? We’re gullible? He interrupted us for that?

“Ah! I was just joking with you. I was actually just going for a morning run when I felt your spirit energy and I thought I’d come and visit. I wasn’t going to originally disturb you, but then Ishida caught me, and you being as powerful as you are, I didn’t want to die or anything. So I lied.”

Well that makes perfect sense, except now he’s going to die at the hands of a hormonal teenager. Wow and I thought he was more powerful than that. That’s quite unfortunate for our dear friend Kisuke, but he shouldn’t have even stopped to visit. Heh, visiting. Why would he come and visit Ichigo, unless...

“Ne, you don’t usually wake up early, let alone run. You’re a lazy bastard who sleeps late almost everyday.” My, my. I seem to be correct in my suspicions. Judging by the look on his face, he knows I know.

“You’ve been spying on us.” How amusing! He looks like a fish gulping for water on land.

“N-n-n-n-no I haven’t!” Hmmm...he shouldn’t lie anymore than he already has.

“If you weren’t lying, you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did.” What a pervert. Wow I didn’t know anyone’s mouth could drop that far open.

“I-I-I can’t believe you’d accuse me of something so heinous. I’m not a voyeur.”

“Yeah, you are.” I think Ichigo has reached his limit of the stupidity he can take from Urahara; that’s most likely why he’s trembling with anger.

“Sandal-hat, if you are gone from my sight five minutes ago, I’ll—“

“Ichigo, I don’t think that’s a good enough solution.” Damn, sometimes his glares are really scary. “Now I know you’re furious at Urahara, but I think he’s entitled to a better punishment. All I want you to do is let me handle it, then you can have me any...(kiss)...way...(lick)...you...(nip)...want.” From his erection in my thigh, I can tell the mood isn’t completely lost, though I would have had tons of fun bringing it back.

I give him one last kiss (I would say it’s mind-blowing but all of my kisses are so no need to be redundant), and then I move from between the wall and him to start towards our voyeur. “Kisuke Urahara, would you like to join us? It could be exciting. You aren’t too bad looking yourself and I’m sure you have a good body.” I slowly lick my lips as I slowly sway my hips with each step.

“WHAT?!” Ichigo may not like what I’m doing, but he will understand what’s happening in a few minutes. Just thinking about it is turning me on. If I don’t hurry this up, Ichigo will have a ravenous archer on him.

When I reach Urahara, he’s still looking for the words to express his want to join us. I reach my hand up and touch his surprisingly soft skin on his cheek. Not bad, but I have Ichigo who’s soft all over, except where I need him to be hard and hot. Hmmm, I can’t wait to get back to him.

“What’s your answer, Kisuke? I’m waiting.” I grasp his wrists and ‘restrain’ him, pulling them tightly behind his back. How interesting. He thinks this is a game, more interesting is that he thinks he can win this ‘game’ that we’re playing.

“Damn, Uryuu. You’re much stronger than you look.” That’s a bad thing for him. He’s fucked and he doesn’t know it.

“And larger.” Might I add? I wink at him for seductive purpose to keep him distracted. He moans under his breath as I push him back against the railing, grinding my crotch into his hip. He moans like a dying dolphin. It’s really hard not to laugh at that thought, but somehow I manage to control myself.

I grind myself against him once more and faster than he can notice what’s going on, I whip handcuffs from my shirt pocket and cuff both of his wrists to the railing. Amazingly enough, he still hasn’t noticed that he’s now attached to the rail, but he will in few moments.

“Hell yes, I’d like to join.” Took him long enough to answer, but unfortunately for him, he’s incapable of doing so. Pulling down his pants and underwear revealing his tiny (read: average), erect cock, I step back to ‘admire’ my work. I lean in to where our lips almost touch, hovering for a few moments.

I slowly draw out my reply. “No, I don’t think so.” Then, I kick the back of his knees, making him crumple to the ground unceremoniously.

“What the? Hey, I thought you said I could join.”

“Don’t think.” I slowly back up to my smirking boyfriend. He wraps his arms around, placing his chin on my shoulder. I can tell he’s smirking against my neck. I turn around in his arms and kiss him as hard as I could. I missed his touch in the three minutes I was gone. But now, we can continue if he let’s us.

“I want you right now, Uryuu.” Oooh, he said my given name. I feel my breathing picking up pace. I love when he calls me by my given name.

“In front of Kisuke?”

“Isn’t that why you hand-cuffed there? I know it’s not your style to chain and leave. You want him to watch us don’t you, Uryuu?” He’s getting good at turning me on.

“Oh shit, yes.” I can feel his erection through his unbuttoned pants poking me in my own erection. I can’t help but moan at the contact.

“I’m going to fuck you hard into this wall.” I’m not going to make it three seconds with him talking like that. And here, I thought he’d get pissed at the idea of me having hand-cuffs or the idea of me wanting someone to watch.

“But before I do, I want you to tell me something.” I look at him innocently. “Why do have hand-cuffs?”

“That’s a good question. I thought we could ‘play’ later.” I smirk at him before I pull him to me once again. After another kiss, I turn my head to Kisuke and call out to him. “Kisuke, you should watch this since you aren’t going to get any anytime soon.” I can be a bitch sometimes.

Turning back to Ichigo, I chuckle at him and lick at his neck. I can feel him trembling in my arms. I love when he does that. His hands are massaging my hips as he pushes himself against me. I can tell he’s not going to last long because he moaning much too loud for just getting started again. Here a thought: Maybe he’s just as kinky as me because he likes being watched. I know for a fact that he was a virgin up until yesterday, so he may not know his kinks, but I’ve discovered one already.

“What are you smiling about?” How can he sound irritated during this?

“You’re a kinky bastard like me.”

He glares at me for a moment for even making such an observation.

“Fuck you.”

“Please.”

He shoves his hand down my pants, in the process pushing them down, and pulls out my erection. I hear Kisuke choke on his own spit at my incredible size.

“Fuck that’s HUGE!” He yells from his profile view point.

“Shut up, moron. Your talking is running the mood.” Ichigo is still pissed, but I think horny is actually taking over his anger.

“Hey Ichigo, I want you to take me from behind.” This is something I’ve wanted to try with him. I think he’d be brutal, like I like it.

“Anytime.” He flips me around so quickly I get a bit dizzy, but that could be from the amount of arousal and adrenaline going through my blood. Damn he makes my blood boil.

I hear him unzip his pants and pull mine down to mid-thigh at the same time. He presses his hot member against my cheeks as he grabs my wrists pinning them to the wall above me. I drop my head at the sensation of his throbbing arousal slipping against my soft ass; it’s a glorious feeling. I’m panting at the anticipation of what’s to come.

I turn my head to look at Kisuke; he’s watching open-mouthed, his dick erect and dripping. I knew he’d enjoy it, but he’s not even struggling. It disappoints me somewhat. There’s only one way to remedy this situation, but it can wait until Ichigo is shoving himself into me.

I can hear Ichigo digging in his pocket for what I assume to be lube. He had the same idea as me after all.

“I want you so fucking bad. All I could think about last night was you and your sexy moaning. It turns me on just thinking about it.” His breath wafts over my ear, sending tremors down my spine. I push my rear back into his crotch which he has lubed up. I don’t know if I can wait for him to prepare me; I do like a little pain.

He puts a slick finger to my entrance, but me being impatient as I am at the moment, I shove myself onto his finger. I groan loudly at the pain and pleasure I feel, dropping my head forward. I look at Kisuke with the slight turn of my head. He’s squirming a bit.

Ichigo doesn’t even waste time with putting a second finger in me and jumps straight to the third. Clearly, wants this as much as I do.

“Come on, Ichigo. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me come.” I ramble to him. I can tell this is going to be good. He rubs his lubed member around my cheeks for a moment and then he slowly pushes past my sphincter and into me in one smooth motion.

“AAH! FUCK!” I scream. I feel wonderfully full. He gives me a moment to adjust to his invasion before he starts moving. He still has my hands pinned above me, but his free hand, he’s touching me everywhere with it; my nipples, my stomach, my lips, everywhere.

I moan with each slow deep thrust. I close my eyes with the sensations running through me. I rock back towards his thrusts, grinding into them at the same time. He groans in my ear as he nips at it. Our bodies rubbed together with a thin film of sweat. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced in my life: being watched while being fucked.

Suddenly, Ichigo shifts slightly upwards and I’m in heaven. He hits my prostate, wringing a sharp yelp/gasp/moan from me. My knees start to buckle at the intense pleasure, but he wraps both arms around me, freeing my hands. I move my hands to grab his thighs to bring him closer to me. He begins speeding up with the painful need to release. I lean my chest onto the wall as I lay my head back onto his shoulder.

I’m sure Kisuke is getting great pleasure out of our position and moans. I look over him and he’s trying to get a hand onto his member so he could stroke it. He looks so pitiful too. I don’t feel bad for him though. He shouldn’t have been spying on us. I can hear him moan with the sight in from of him. Mental note: get a camera.

Ichigo is moving at speeds unknown to humans and he’s so close, likewise me. He starts stroking my own unattended erection at the same speed of his thrusts. I’m constantly moaning and panting in his ear. His hand squeezes around me a bit too hard and then I’m being rushed to my long overdue orgasm.

“ICHIGOOO!” I brace myself against the wall with my hands as I release onto the white concrete.

“URYUU!” Ichigo slams into me one more time and he releases into my body, riding each wave of our orgasms until all orgasmic spasms stop.

We lean against the wall as we come down from out high, allowing our breathing to return to normal. I can feel him softening in my body; he pulls out carefully. I turn around in his arms and kiss him lazily. I’m too tired to put much effort into it.

“That was incredibly intense.” I say in a quiet whisper. He only nods, putting his forehead against mine. We stay like that until we hear the break bell ring.

“Shit! People are going to be coming out here for break.” Ichigo shouldn’t worry too much about us; all we have to do is button ourselves up and that’s it. Kisuke should be worried.

I button up Ichigo’s shirt for him as he does mine. We put ourselves back together and in perfect shape too. I know my hair is a bit messed up, but me being who I am, I want people to know that I’m getting some and they aren’t. I’m just weird like that. Ichigo’s hair looks spiky as usually except for that which is sweating and sticking to his forehead. I think he wants to make claim of his very active sex life.

“HEY! What about me?!” Oops. I almost forgot about Kisuke. He came too with our own releases, and without hands might I add. There’s some talent there. But again, as impressive as that is, he’s still going to get fucked over again. I look at him with the evilest glint in my eye I could muster. I think I’ll give him some reassurance.

“We have to go to class now. We’ll be back later at lunch.”

“WHAT? LET ME GO!” He’s starting to beg. Pathetic.

“We’ll be back around lunch time so just hang on. Oh and one more thing. People tend to come up here during their breaks. Don’t be alarmed. See ya!” Ichigo and leave the rooftop with our happy after-sex glow.

“You can be a douche sometimes.” Ichigo walks in front of me as we go back to our class. I can’t believe he’s figuring that out now. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m an asshole.

“Well, he shouldn’t be peeking in on our...activities anytime soon.” I’m proud of what I did Kisuke.

“I’ll give you props for that though; I want to see how he’s fairing at lunch time. It’ll be a nice repayment of the time I spent training in his basement. He should’ve at least warned me of the dangers of everything before throwing headfirst into it.”

“See now, that makes my asshole-ness worth it.” He stops directly in front of me, almost causing me to run into him. He turns around with a scary look on his face: he looks vulnerable.

“What?” I know I look surprised because this is a new development.

“Don’t be an asshole to me, unless it’s a ‘game’.”

I smile a little and give him a peck on his lips. “I’ll be an asshole when I’m teasing you into the wonderful state of sexual arousal. Ok? Or if you piss me off. Don’t worry though. I won’t hurt you intentionally. I like you way too much.” I brush his cheek with my hand and stare into his eyes.

We spend a few moments just gazing into each others eyes until we realize that we are, in fact, standing outside our classroom.

“Ichigo!” I break our soul gazing to find out who’s calling my boyfriend’s name; it’s the wonderfully annoying voice of Keigo. Behind the melodramatic freak is the rest of the group and not too far behind them is my teacher.

I must have smirked because Ichigo looks scared when I turn to look at him with a look of mischief in my eyes. I roughly push Ichigo against the window. I place my hand on his crotch, out of the view of others, and rub ever so slightly. Then I kiss him as he begins to moan in new arousal in my mouth. As I end my thorough molestation of Ichigo, the familiar screams are head down the hall.

Keigo looks as if he’s seen a ghost and is slowly backing up, only to back in to the teacher, knocking them to the floor. Orihime is running towards us, big boobs and all, squealing about how cute we are. Chad looked surprised before hiding his blush behind his hair. Mizuiru merely stops walking and turns around and goes the other way, no sound made. Rukia covers her mouth as she makes a beeline for the nearest trash can or restroom. Chizuru is being tackled by Tatsuki so she won’t run after Orihime. Tatsuki tackles Chizuru only after she screams that she is now completely blind and deaf.

Ah, I love their reactions. They’re different every time.

Author’s Note:

I don’t actually dislike any characters in Bleach, especially Urahara or Keigo, but I would think Ishida isn’t particularly fond of any of them. I hope you enjoyed it and please review.