The Game

Title: The Game 2 - Cheerleaders
Author: chibi-zoe
Series: Bleach + Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: (Ichigo + Zangetsu + Hollow!Ichigo + Kon) x Ishida + The Gate
Prompts: #1) Lick & #6) Voyeurism
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: cross-dressing, massive plot holes,
Summary: Ishida knows exactly what to do to press Ichigo’s buttons.

Ishida squirms in Ichigo’s embrace as one large hand ever so slowly creeps up underneath the short uniform skirt that he is wearing. The other hand is pressed into the centre of his back, keeping him firmly plastered against his lovers’ muscled chest. The sound of his knee-high socks rasping over the fabric of Ichigo’s trousers is surprisingly loud as he repositions himself in order to feel the hot hardness between the other mans’ legs rub against his own.

Groaning at the electric feeling, Ishida turns his head to capture Ichigo’s lips just as his lovers’ fingers finally make contact with his bare ass cheeks. They are pressed so tightly together that Ishida can feel the skip of Ichigo’s heart beat as the others’ excitement spikes. The fingers continue to explore and eventually to discover the narrow elastic of his g-string. They break apart to gasp in unison as Ichigo slips his fingers beneath the thin fabric.

Things are just starting to get extremely hot and heavy when the sound of young children laughing close by breaks the building tension. Ishida slumps against a handy tree-trunk as he automatically twitches the girl’s uniform that he is wearing back into place. It had taken a lot of wheedling on Ichigo’s behalf for Ishida to actually wear the costume out in public, and he is still rather self-conscious about it.

Standing only just far enough away not to draw too much attention, Ichigo is staring lustfully at him, the bulge in his uniform trousers looking painfully uncomfortable. Moving slowly, his lover reaches out and takes his hand, and then tugs him back into the bushes behind the trees on the edge of the public park. They can still hear the sounds of children playing, but cannot be seen by passersby.

Licking his lips, Ishida allows Ichigo to lean in and kiss him gently on the lips, before suddenly there is a violent lurching sensation, a bright light and a distinctive sulphurous odour.

Opening his eyes, Ishida looks around at the featureless mistiness surrounding him for a long moment, using all of his senses to check for hollows or arrancar or anything that reeks of Aizen. There is nothing besides the usual jumble of sensations that indicates Ichigo. Turning to look at his lover, Ishida is immediately taken aback by the confusion of limbs and garments that make up at least four different people lying tangled where his lover should be.

As the bodies sort themselves out, Ishida realises that he recognises all four of them – and that they are all Ichigo. He allows his bow to disappear and pushes his glasses up his nose with his finger to disguise the sudden interest he is sure is shining there. He listens in silence to the crass words, challenges and general irritability that are bandied between the other four, before bursting in laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of what he is hearing.

Four sets of eyes turn to look at him, four sets of approving eyes, eyes filled with love and lust and a fierce protectiveness that causes Ishida to stand up straighter and stare a challenge straight back. He might currently be wearing a skirt, but he is not a woman and he doesn’t need any man to fight his battles for him.

Typically enough, it is Ichigo’s hollow who first steps forwards, the one that Ishida thinks of as Shirosaki. There is a shit-eating grin on his white features and an invitation plain in his dark eyes. Ichigo barely lets him take more than a step before tackling him to the ground in a cloud of insulting profanity. Oddly enough, Zangetsu only watches the two impassively before shooting his own possessive gaze across the distance at Ishida.

Ishida has met the zanpaktou many times over the years and been quietly impressed by the man’s calm collectedness. He would never have believed that a portion of Ichigo’s soul could be so composed. He smiles softly at the windswept man, but before he can do more than that, he suddenly has an armful of Kon. The mod soul looks like Ichigo in every respect, except for the expression on his face, which is happy and open.

“Ishida!” He cries cheerfully as he tilts his head for a kiss.

The minute that their lips meet, there is pandemonium. Ichigo and his remaining two aspects are suddenly right there partially trying to remove Kon and partially trying to take his place. The pushing and shoving gets on Ishida’s nerves and he lets his temper have free reign.

A cough from over his shoulder instantly silences Ishida’s tongue-lashing and he spins around, skirt flying and bow already re-drawn, to face what has to be one of the strangest beings that he has ever seen. The creature is strangely featureless, looking more like an outline of a person than an actual three dimensional life-form, and it’s looking at them with confusion obvious in its posture.

There is a large, heavily decorated, doorway behind the being, but no wall. Ichigo and Shirosaki already have their swords drawn and are flanking Ishida’s position, whilst Kon hovers right behind him, so close that Ishida can feel him trembling. He can neither see, nor feel Zangetsu, but he still knows that the zanpaktou is poised behind them, taking the rear guard against surprise attacks.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Ishida asks as he sights the being down the length of his glowing arrow.

“I am The Gate to True Knowledge, and you have something that I want.” The voice of The Gate seems to Ishida to be both young and male, with a definite hint of the lecherousness he would normally expect to hear from Urahara.

Rather predictably, Ichigo immediately begins arguing with The Gate, demanding that they be sent back immediately and without harm. Shirosaki is unusually quiet, and it makes Ishida nervous. He flickers his eyes over to the white being for a brief moment, and is shocked by the thoughtful expression on the pale features – he has met Ichigo’s impulsive hollow on any number of occasions over the years but has never seen anything other than anger or lust displayed on his face.

“You want us to do what?!” Ishida very nearly shrieks as he catches the end of the heated discussion between Ichigo and The Gate.

All eyes are suddenly on him, as his bow abruptly flickers out of existence leaving his extended arm pointing furiously forwards. Behind him, Kon has finally stopped trembling and has started to stroke his back in a calming manner. Ishida has the distinct impression that the other four are all in perfect agreement and have no qualms about acquiescing to The Gate’s demand that the five of them get down and dirty with each other, whilst the shadowy being observes them, before they are returned to their own world.

“I hate to admit it, but it sounds like a pretty reasonable agreement to me.” The only thing stranger than hearing Shirosaki talking normally, is hearing him actually agreeing with Ichigo on anything. Zangetsu too is making affirmative mumbles, and Kon has inched even closer so that Ishida can feel the fabric of his trousers rubbing against his own bare thighs.

He just knows that he is not going to win this argument, but is torn between fighting it out to the bitter end and conceding gracefully.

When Kon’s lips start to mouth softly at the sensitive nape of his neck, Ishida shivers as his previously thwarted desire is brought roaring back to life. Then Shirosaki moves in to nibble erotically at the base of his throat and to slide surprisingly warm hands up underneath the hem of his skirt. There is a desperate noise from Ichigo as Zangetsu flows around to Ishida’s other side and claims his lips in a passionate kiss.

Not unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take long before Ichigo’s unmistakeable presence is right there, crowding against Ishida’s chest for a long, jealous, moment before dropping to his knees and nuzzling against the bulge tenting Ishida’s skirt.

Sighing in mingled defeat and desire, Ishida spreads his legs as much as he can to accommodate the others, and moans into Zangetsu’s talented mouth as the sensations threaten to overwhelm him. Kon is grinding firmly against his ass, whilst Shirosaki and Zangetsu both have hard arousals pressed against his hips. There are multiple hands caressing his thighs, whilst Ichigo is sucking on his cock through the thin fabric just barely covering it.

His heart is pounding in his chest at the overload of sensual sensations, and sweat is prickling down the length of his spine as his body temperature increases, but Ishida is harder than ever, and even knowing that the perverted Gate is watching them as they writhe together is not enough to dampen his rising arousal.

At some unheard signal, the four men surrounding him abruptly back off, leaving Ishida panting and moaning at the abandonment. Then, there is a flurry of movement and the rustling of cloth, and suddenly a naked Ishida is being assisted down onto Kon’s bare lap, positioned so that he is facing the flushed mod-soul. Pressure on his back has him leaning forwards to claim damp lips, and then they are grinding desperately together against the misty ground; Kon flat on his back, and Ishida on his knees.

“Oh Gods.” He hears Ichigo murmur in a voice thick with lust and he deliberately wriggles his ass in a move calculated to drive his lover wild.

Above him, he can hear the wet sound of lips locking together passionately and he wonders vaguely which two are getting it on without him. Any combination would be hot by Ishida’s standards, but then his gutter-bound mind suddenly throws him a blistering image of three-way tongue battle between Ichigo, Shirosaki and Zangetsu. Moaning desperately at the mental picture, he thrusts his hips firmly against Kon’s, blissfully crushing their throbbing erections together.

“Hold still.” Lost in a haze of lust, Ishida barely hears the directive, and doesn’t catch which man it was who spoke, but he does halt his frantic movements against Kon’s eagerly responding body, interested to see what the other three have in store for him.

A warm hand lands softly on the back of his neck and slowly makes its way down Ishida’s spine, past his hips, and then down the crack of his ass. His cheeks are pushed firmly apart, and hot dampness slithers over his pucker. Finally breaking his passionate kiss with Kon, Ishida gasps aloud and looks up to see The Gate watching them avidly, shadows now outlining a large erection. He opens his mouth to protest the fervent voyeurism, but finds himself derailed by the presentation of Shirosaki’s dripping cock.

Sucking on the pale head, Ishida presses his own arousal more solidly against Kon’s, and arches his back to aid the man licking his asshole. He wonders briefly where the final member of their little quintet is, before Ichigo sinks to his knees at right-angles to Ishida and leans down to claim Kon’s abandoned mouth. Ishida quivers at the sight of the identical men locking lips, before Shirosaki’s demanding thrusts down his throat draw his attention back to the task at hand.

Curling the fingers of his hand around Shirosaki’s hip to help guide his movements, Ishida licks and sucks enthusiastically at the hard length filling his mouth. He scrapes his teeth lightly along the shaft and delves his tongue into the tiny slit on the head just to hear the hollow gasp and moan in ecstasy above him. He grins and casts his gaze upwards as he succeeds, taking in the dark flush suffusing the white body as Shirosaki arches his back to push more of himself between Ishida’s willing lips.

Saliva is both running down his chin and pooling on his balls when Zangetsu abruptly stops rimming him. Ishida moans at the loss of that talented tongue, causing Shirosaki to moan in turn as the vibrations in his throat tease the pale hollow. Unyielding hands on his hips hold him steady as a firm length slowly eases into his saliva-slickened body. The sensation is incredible, and Ishida’s cock twitches blissfully against Kon’s, the two sliding easily against each other, slippery with pre-come.

Zangetsu’s first hard thrust takes Ishida somewhat by surprise and he chokes around Shirosaki’s length. The hollow moans desperately and thrusts forwards even further into his convulsing throat. Behind him, Zangetsu doesn’t stop his rapidly quickening movements, and Ishida writhes and shudders trying to calm his body and catch his breath. Beneath him, Kon is thrusting up against him, clearly enjoying the jerking motion of their cocks clashing together.

His eyes are still watering when he feels a broad hand slowly smooth its way down his arm and over his hand. Calloused fingers tug gently at Ishida’s own, and he carefully redistributes his weight before raising his arm. His hand is drawn to what can only be Ichigo’s toned thigh, before being nudged gently around his hip to take hold of a quivering erection. A firm grip holds his hand in place as Ichigo’s eager hips thrust his cock rapidly in and out of Ishida’s clenched fist. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see that Ichigo and Kon are still locked together at the lips, and that they have not parted at all during Ichigo’s little adjustment of their relative positions.

Ishida’s brain nearly short circuits at the sheer unbelievable eroticism that is sweeping through his body. He awkwardly pushes his body back against Zangestsu’s oncoming thrusts, and then rubs himself forwards against Kon’s throbbing erection, whilst trying to catch a breath around Shirosaki’s solid length blocking his throat. His fist clenches spasmodically around Ichigo’s cock as he tries to keep his balance. His lover moans at the action and starts to jerk his hips more forcefully against Ishida’s hand in a desperate race for orgasm.

Unsurprisingly, Ishida peaks first, overwhelmed by the erotic sensations flooding his senses. He stiffens as his body pumps its pent-up load over all Kon’s body and constricts around Zangetsu’s invading organ so tightly that Ishida can feel the way that it twitches and pulses within him. The zanpaktou groans behind him, and his fingers dig deeply into Ishida’s hips as his thrusts become more rapid and erratic, and then suddenly, Ishida can feel warm wetness flooding into his ass.

He moans gutturally at the sensation and Shirosaki gasps above him. The cock in his mouth pulses a sudden, rapid tattoo against the roof of his mouth, and Ishida has just enough warning before hot and sour liquid is being pumped down his throat and into his stomach. White fingers are digging into his scalp to hold his head steady as he swallows reflexively, and the hollow is keening in a high-pitched wail of ecstasy.

Lowering his hand from Shirosaki’s thigh, Ishida reaches beneath his body to firmly grasp hold of Kon’s wet and sticky cock, and his own slowly softening organ, and starts to tug them in a harshly rhythmic fashion. He would have preferred to frot against the other man, but he doesn’t want to dislodge Zangetsu who is collapsed against his back and still buried deeply within his body. Shirosaki too has not moved back, and Ishida sucks slowly on the spent length resting against his tongue.

It only takes a few hard jerks before Kon is arching his body up against Ishida’s and spraying his own hot release onto their bodies. His breathy moans of pure pleasure are eagerly swallowed by Ichigo who is still locked lip to lip with his identical doppelganger and thrusting desperately into Ishida’s clenched fist. Tightening his grip even further, to the point where he is sure that it must almost be painful, Ishida is rewarded with a ragged groan from his lover and the inimitable feeling of hot come splashing onto his hand.

The five of them stay as they are, puffing and panting and revelling in the blissful sensations running through their bodies, until eventually The Gate coughs once again to draw their attention. There are black shadows inside of the outline that makes up The Gate’s body that Ishida can only assume are the evidence of the being’s own enjoyment. He feels a desperate urge to cover himself after realising what a debauched show that he and the four aspects of his lover have put on for this unknown entity, but can’t quite force his body to move.

The Gate begins to speak, its voice slightly breathless, but Ishida tunes it out after a few moments as Zangetsu’s softened cock finally slips free of his body in a rush of cooling fluid. Letting Shirosaki’s immaculately clean organ slip free from his mouth moments later, he wipes his sticky hands on his thighs and, with help from both the hollow and the zanpaktou, rises to his feet to allow Kon to first sit up and then to stand. Ichigo appears to be listening intently to the shadowy being and stays resting comfortably on his knees.

Scratching idly at his chest, Ishida looks around for their clothing, wondering what he can use to clean himself up before Ichigo has them returned to the real world. Neither the skimpy summer schoolgirls’ uniform that he was wearing nor the boy’s uniform that Ichigo was wearing, have any excess layers that can be utilised as clean-up cloths. Both Shirosaki and Kon had materialised wearing versions of Ichigo’s uniform, and Ishida isn’t sure if damage to their clothing might reflect itself in Ichigo’s.

That only leaves Zangetsu’s wispy, windswept, black coat, and Ishida reaches for it as the zanpaktou watches with a smile on his rugged features. Lewd comments pepper the air as Ishida wipes himself off, and he leers at them as he passes the used coat to Kon and reaches for his clothing. By the time that the four of them are clean and dressed, Ichigo has finished his conversation with The Gate and is already pulling on his own trousers.

Ishida watches as his lovers’ sated body is slowly concealed behind his uniform and sighs somewhat regretfully at the thought that this one-off occasion is at an end. Despite his initial reservations, he has thoroughly enjoyed himself with the four versions of his lover, and their shadowy voyeur. He twitches absently at the hem of his skirt as The Gate grins toothily at him, and then there is a disorientating motion and flash of bright light.

When Ishida opens his eyes, he and Ichigo are once again alone in the copse of trees on the edge of the park. Etched into the ground beneath their feet is a strange circular design that Ishida has never seen the likes of before. He crouches down for a closer look and shivers as the thin elastic of his g-string rubs over the sensitive pucker of his still slightly sticky ass.

“It’s the same design as the one on the key that he gave me.” Ichigo comments in an interested voice.

Ishida looks up at his lover at the word ‘key’ to see Ichigo staring down at a palm-sized round pendant etched with circular lines and odd symbols. He vaguely recalls The Gate saying something about equivalent exchange, and also about returning for an encore. He shivers delightedly at the thought and immediately starts to catalogue all of the things that he’d like to try next time around.