Un Accro

Well, here's the next chapter. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, I really appreciate it.

And thanks to kurage for pointing out an error I made in the previous chapter. ^^;

Also, Yami Bakura, it's totally fine by me if you want to expand upon the spiny needles hollow idea. (And I'm a woman.)

Alright, onto the Shinji/Ichigo. :3

--Two wrongs don't make a right--

Ishida wandered into the kitchen a half hour later, a towel draped over his bare shoulders, a little surprised to find Urahara sitting at the table, drinking tea and reading a book.

“Is Ichigo—”

“I’ve got someone on the way,” Urahara said, rising to fix the teen some tea.

Uryuu frowned but he sat down anyway; he wouldn’t get any more of an answer out of Urahara no matter how hard he pressed. He noticed that his shirt, now ironed, was folded on the table with a neat pile of buttons next to it along with a bobbin of white thread with a needle stuck through it.

Laying his shirt out, he threaded the needle and set to work reattaching the buttons.

“So who did you call over?” Ishida asked when Urahara set a tea cup down in front of him.

“Just an old friend,” Urahara said dismissively.

“Someone Ichigo knows?”

“Of course, Ishida-kun. I’ve no doubt that Ichigo will be in excellent hands.”

Uryuu’s brow furrowed at that, but he kept his concentration on fixing his shirt. “Why aren’t you up there?” he asked finally.

“I thought Ichigo might be more comfortable with—”

“Yo,” said a voice from behind Uryuu, making the hairs on the back of the teen’s neck stand up. He recognized that voice.

Turning around, he glared at the blonde Vaizard, who was leering at the marks covering his bare torso. Ishida grit his teeth and refused to give any indication that the stare bothered him; he wasn’t going to be embarrassed for trying to help Ichigo out.

“So what’s up?” Shinji asked finally, sauntering into the room and sitting down at the table with the two of them. He waved Kisuke away when the other blonde got up to get him some tea. “You were pretty vague on the phone.”

“Ichigo had… a bit of a run in with a hollow earlier today.”

Shinji rolled his eyes. “That still doesn’t tell me much. I guess I’m supposed to assume that this wasn’t some run of the mill hollow?”

“That’s right. I—”

“How long are you two going to sit around here talking about Ichigo when he needs help?” Ishida demanded. He could hardly believe how blasé the two of them seemed in regards to his friend.

Shinji looked like he had a smart reply to Uryuu’s outburst, but Urahara spoke first. “Ishida-kun is probably right. I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with him and it would probably be best if you go give him a hand.”

The blonde Vaizard looked like he still wanted to argue, but he followed Urahara out of the kitchen after giving Ishida one last suspicious look without saying anything.

“How serious is this, exactly?” Shinji asked, following Urahara deeper into the shop.

“It’s hard to say, exactly, but the wound he received while fighting was infected with the hollow’s reiatsu and it’s affecting him in an… interesting way.”

“Interesting in that he tried to have that Quincy for dinner?”

Urahara chuckled and stopped outside of the room where Ichigo was being held. “Ichigo presented more of a strain on his reiatsu than anything else.”

Shinji looked a little surprised, hand hovering by the door without actually opening it. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I doubt that it’s anything you need to worry about. From what I can surmise, all Ichigo needs is the reiatsu in his wound replaced. Ishida wasn’t able to do that, but—”

“Well, shit, why did you even let him try?”

Urahara shrugged. “I think he was just looking for an excuse.”

Shinji snorted and slid the door open. “I—was tying him up really necessary?” He wasn’t really complaining, but he was still surprised, his eyes drawn to Ichigo pinned down to the futon with kidou.

Ichigo looked up at the two men standing in the doorway, giving them a fierce glare. He couldn’t believe Urahara had actually left him there.

“You son of a bitch,” Ichigo shouted, struggling in his bonds. “Fucking let me go already!”

Ichigo’s voice was a little hoarse; he had started shouting as soon as Urahara had cast the kidou but after awhile he had given up when it hadn’t gotten him anything but a sore throat. Since then, he’d been trying to keep his mind off how the wound on his shoulder was starting to tingle again by fantasizing about Ishida and what would happen if the Quincy were to come back and give him a hand.

But now Shinji was there, and though it had never occurred to him that the Vaizard might be able to help, now that the blonde was there, Ichigo was finding the idea increasingly appealing. If he could only break free—

“He’s not himself right now,” Urahara said almost apologetically.

“S’okay. I think I might like him better like this.”

Urahara chuckled. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Uh-huh,” Shinji said a little distractedly. He wasn’t entirely sure if Ichigo was doing it on purpose, or if he was even aware of it, but the teen was doing a pretty good job of giving Shinji a ‘come hither’ look.

Stepping into the room and sliding the door shut behind him before approaching the supine teen, he let his eyes wander the rest of Ichigo’s body. He was entirely naked with his arms pinned above his head, covered in a thin layer of sweat, twisting a little under Shinji’s scrutiny, even drawing one leg up when Shinji’s gaze reached the teen’s erect cock.

“D-don’t fucking stare at me like that.”

Shinji smirked, walking around Ichigo in a slow circle, making a show out of examining the boy closer as his hands went to work on loosening his tie.

“Fuck…” Ichigo moaned, closing his eyes. The look Shinji was giving him was just too intense for him to bear, as much as he wanted to keep the blonde in his line of sight.

Shinji was nearly beside himself with glee. Having Ichigo at his mercy, horny and willing, had been a longtime fantasy of his. Of course, his fantasies usually involved handcuffs, gags and paddles, but having Ichigo pinned down by Urahara’s kidou was still more than he ever could have hoped for.

Seeing Ichigo’s closed eyes, Shinji got an idea. Kneeling beside the teen, grin splitting his face, he moved to cover Ichigo’s eyes with his tie.

“Fuck, stop!” Ichigo said, eyes flying open as he moved to jerk his head away.

Shinji leaned in a little closer and pressed his lips to Ichigo’s, initiating a slow kiss. He let one hand wander down the teen’s chest, searching out one of Ichigo’s dusky nipples. Ichigo gasped when Shinji tweaked one, and the blonde took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the younger Vaizard’s mouth. Ichigo moaned in surprise, but he responded enthusiastically as Shinji’s tongue flicked against his.

The teen made a disappointed sound in the back of his throat when Shinji pulled away, opening his eyes again to keep an eye on him.

Shinji was still holding his tie thoughtfully. “Well, Ichigo, if you’re going to close your eyes, I’m going to blindfold you. So if you don’t want to be blindfolded, you better keep ‘em open.”

Ichigo frowned and struggled once again against the kidou holding him. He wanted out, wanted more control of the situation. Truthfully, Shinji made him nervous, and as turned on as he was, he still wasn’t comfortable being so vulnerable in front of the other Vaizard.

Shinji was straddling him now, his long fingers working at the buttons of his shirt as he looked down at Ichigo with a lecherous smirk. He let his shirt fall open, amused when Ichigo’s gaze followed the line of exposed skin up to where Shinji was pulling it to the side, revealing a nipple.

He watched as Ichigo struggled harder against his bonds as if the teen wanted to reach out and touch him. Smile growing wider, Shinji started stroking his hands over his chest, taking in Ichigo’s quickened breath and increased struggles. Shinji shifted his weight a little, letting himself rest lightly on Ichigo’s abdomen, his knees pressed against the teen’s sides.

Ichigo bucked under him, hissing and tossing his head. “Fuck, just get on with it already!”

“Patience is a virtue, Ichi,” Shinji said, pinching his own nipples and moaning. “Here I am, going out of my way to put on a little show for you, and all you can do is complain?”

“Nng, fuck you.”

Shinji laughed again. “Alright, alright. It was awfully cruel for Urahara to keep you up here all by yourself. I suppose I could be persuaded to help you out a bit.”

“Then fucking untie me!”

Shinji leaned in for another kiss. “No,” he said, smiling against Ichigo’s mouth.

“What the fuck!?” Ichigo demanded, turning his face away so that Shinji’s lips were now ghosting over his cheek.

“I have to admit, I like you like this. I promise you’ll have lots of fun.” Shinji’s hands went to his belt, unbuckling it before sliding off of Ichigo altogether in order to fully undress.

Ichigo watched, his heart beating a little faster for every inch of skin revealed.

“There now, Ichigo. Good things come to those who wait, haven’t you ever heard that?” Shinji asked with a smile, straddling the teen once again, this time making sure to press as much of his bare skin against Ichigo’s as was possible from his position.

Ichigo moaned, apparently not even hearing Shinji’s question. What mattered to him was that Shinji not leave him, that the blonde to keep touching him. Shinji was kissing him again, and as much as Ichigo was enjoying it, he couldn’t help but want the older Vaizard to turn his attentions elsewhere.

As if reading his mind, Shinji started kissing down his neck, applying his teeth to bring red marks to the surface of Ichigo’s tender skin. Ichigo groaned loudly when Shinji bit down a little harder at the junction of neck and shoulder, whimpering when the blonde started licking the bite with pointed swipes of his tongue. When he bit down again, Ichigo shouted, rocking fitfully against the kidou, wishing Shinji would just fucking touch his cock already. He felt nearly ready to explode.

He was about to complain when Shinji moved the wet kisses to his chest, licking one of the teen’s nipples while twisting the other with his fingers and what he was about to say turned into a long moan.

“You’re a… fucking tease,” Ichigo finally managed to gasp, arching his back in search of more attention from that wonderful mouth. He could feel Shinji smiling against his chest.

“So sorry, Ichigo,” Shinji said without sounding sorry in the slightest. “You know, most people appreciate foreplay.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Most people haven’t been injected with weird ass hollow aphrodisiac.”

“Mmm, that’s true. I suppose I could take a little pity on you, if you ask really nicely.”

“Fine, suck my cock, please,” Ichigo moaned, rocking his hips.

“Oh, how could I resist you when you ask me so sweetly?” Shinji moved down Ichigo’s body, placing kisses randomly on the teen’s quivering skin.

“Fuck, finally,” Ichigo said, spreading his legs.

He yelped when Shinji bit down on his thigh. “What was that?” Shinji asked, nuzzling the bite he had just made.

“I—I mean, uh, thank you,” Ichigo said shakily, rocking his hips to encourage the older Vaizard.

“Mmm, Ichi,” Shinji said, sounding pleased, his breath ghosting along the underside of Ichigo’s cock.

Ichigo moaned in excitement. He could barely believe Shinji was really going to suck him off. He was going to have to make a few more demands if it got him this kind of result. “O-ohhh,” Ichigo gasped when Shinji’s tongue flicked out to run from base to tip.

Shinji watched as Ichigo threw his head back and set to work, holding Ichigo’s thighs apart and rubbing soothing circles on the teen’s skin with his fingers while he lapped up the liquid seeping out of the tip of Ichigo’s cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, undo this fucking kidou, Shinji,” Ichigo begged, wanting to tangle his fingers in Shinji’s hair and guide the blonde further onto his cock.

“Whatever would I want to do that for?” Shinji asked between licks before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking.

Ichigo almost forgot what he was about to say, his breath leaving him in a long, drawn out moan. “Because I want… to fucking touch you.”

Shinji paused for a moment, a little taken aback by Ichigo’s response. Of all the things he thought Ichigo might come up with to convince the blonde to break the bonds, that hadn’t even made the list. He wasn’t complaining, though; in fact he was rather pleased.

Ichigo felt the pressure pinning his arms down vanish and he brought them down to his chest gingerly, both of them having fallen asleep while being held over his head. Shinji was doing a good job of distracting him from the feeling of pins and needles shooting down his arms as the feeling came back to them, his head bobbing in Ichigo’s lap.

Biting his lip, Ichigo let one of his hands grip Shinji’s hair, not trying to guide him, not yet, but just holding on. Ichigo was nearly writhing on the floor now, desperate to come.

“Fuck, Shinji, please,” he moaned, both hands now fisting in the older Vaizard’s hair, trying to tug the blonde further down on his cock.

“Now, Ichigo, if you can’t behave yourself, I’m going to have to restrain you again.” Shinji said, pulling his lips away from Ichigo’s cock for just a moment.

“Bastard,” Ichigo said, with no real vitriol.

Spotting a slim bottle laying half empty on the futon, some of the contents having spilled out to soak into the futon, Shinji felt his stomach flip with excitement. It still felt a little surreal to him that he was actually going to get to fuck Ichigo.

Slicking his fingers, he doubled his efforts on sucking Ichigo off in order to distract the redhead from the probing touches against his hole.

Ichigo gasped at the cold touch, but he didn’t make any moves to stop Shinji. He’d never really thought of himself as the type to bottom for another guy, or, fuck, go for guys or in general, but somehow the thought of Shinji shoving his knees up against his chest and fucking him rotten was incredibly appealing and… really fucking hot.

“You holding up okay, Ichigo?” Shinji asked, pulling away from Ichigo’s cock to get a better view of his fingers opening the teen up.

Ichigo shook his head. How could Shinji even fucking ask that? “Want to come, please, please.”

Shinji bit his lip at the desperation in Ichigo’s voice. He’d known Ichigo would be fucking hot in bed, but this was just blowing all of his expectations right out of the water.

“Alright, Ichigo, since you asked so nicely,” Shinji said, voice husky. He wrapped his lips around Ichigo’s cock again, sliding down until his nose was buried in short, orange curls and felt the tip brush against the back of his throat.

Ichigo had gone stock still in surprise, panting loudly as Shinji swallowed around him. His whole body shuddered when Shinji started scissoring him open with two fingers.

“Please, please, please,” Ichigo begged, willing himself to come. He was so fucking close he could taste it and he thought he might lose his mind if this kept up much longer.

Ichigo let out what could only be called a shriek when Shinji’s fingers found his prostate, teasing it relentlessly and the teen finally came with a wordless sob, thrashing against Shinji’s grip as he emptied himself into the blonde’s mouth. After he fell back, trembling and gasping, Shinji pulled away from Ichigo’s still hard cock.

“Fuck, Ichi,” he breathed, sounding genuinely concerned. He still hadn’t withdrawn his fingers from Ichigo’s hole and the teen tried to rock himself down on them, still dizzy with pleasure.

“Want you to fuck me now,” the teen said, punctuated with a gasp when Shinji’s fingers brushed over his prostate again.

He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed when Shinji laughed. “Alright then, Ichi, roll over. Hands and knees.”

“No,” Ichigo argued, “Wanna do it like this.”

Shinji wasn’t sure why he was so surprised to find that Ichigo was so demanding in bed; he was certainly pushy in regards to the rest of his life, he should have expected it. But he didn’t fight with Ichigo over the issue, just lifting the teen’s legs over his shoulders and pushing straight in.

Ichigo moaned in half pain, but mostly he felt relieved. His shoulder was starting to tingle pleasantly, the feeling intensifying as Shinji started thrusting into him.

As soon as Shinji had pushed in, he had immediately felt the pull on his reiatsu. He could already tell it wasn’t anything he couldn’t deal with easily, but he was going to have to have another talk with Urahara about letting people volunteer for jobs they couldn’t handle. Extending his reiatsu, he actively pressed it into Ichigo’s wound.

He looked up, startled, when Ichigo wailed, but the teen’s face was contorted in pleasure, not pain. Smirking, he tried it again, this time letting tendrils of it seep out to slither over Ichigo’s skin.

Ichigo began to thrash, losing the rhythm of Shinji’s thrusts as his mind became increasingly hazy. Distantly, he thought reiatsu manipulation might actually be something he’d be willing to learn if it got this sort of result, but all coherent thought fled when Shinji leaned in closer and kissed him.

Ichigo moaned, trying to kiss back, but he was so totally overwhelmed it ended up with Shinji just plundering his mouth ruthlessly, kissing the teen with the same intensity of their fucking.

Ichigo’s orgasm crept up on him this time, slamming through him before he even had time to process it, his cock lying untouched between them. He bit down on Shinji’s lower lip with a long moan, blood flooding his mouth.

Shinji followed soon after, the joint sensations of Ichigo’s inner muscles clamping down around his cock and the sharp sting of teeth on his lip sending his orgasm crashing through him.

Tearing his mouth away from Ichigo’s, Shinji gasped for air, his heart pounding loud in his ears. He pulled out of Ichigo gingerly before rolling to the teen’s side. He was a little amused to find Ichigo out cold and incredibly relieved to find that the redhead seemed to be fully relieved of his condition.

Frowning, he touched the wound gently. It was pink and a little swollen, looking tender, and Shinji’s stomach sank when he realized what was wrong.

His reiatsu was slowly seeping out of the wound and into the surrounding air, like a tire with a slow leak. It wasn’t enough to cause any real alarm—barely enough to even register—but Shinji could feel the hollow’s reiatsu pulsing just underneath his own and knew it meant that what he had done for the teen wasn’t a permanent fix.

“Damn,” Shinji said, reaching out to stroke a hand through Ichigo’s hair.

He felt a little guilty because a small part of him was pleased that Ichigo would likely have to come back to him. He had been hoping that Ichigo would want to continue a relationship anyway, even if that entailed just casual fucking.

He knew it was selfish, that he should be thinking of ways to help the young Vaizard, but his mind was already coming up with things he wanted to do to Ichigo, how bad he wanted to make the teen scream in pleasure until his voice failed him.

Shinji did what he could to clean himself up before standing and pulling his pants back on. He needed to talk to Urahara about this.

The bastard would probably see right through him, Shinji thought with a grimace.

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Next chapter is Shinji/Ichigo (Yes, again! Again and again!) but this time in the bath. Chapter 5 will be more of the same. Anyone who wandered over from the Ichigo/Ishida camp, stick around because a few chapters away is what you're looking for. (The last chapter was my first time experimenting with that paring, so I'm glad it turned out well.)

Again, please let me know what you think!