Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Review Replies- Yakumo: Keigo and Ichigo are very cute together and I think they would make a good couple, but I wonder if Keigo has the strength to hold onto Ichi.
Lynzee: Thank you! I’m glad that they make you happy =D
ShadowofLight: Heh, Keigo certainly is a pervert sometimes. I think that Ichi is the type of guy that is so take charge in real life, that he would want to relax and be led through sex. One of the many reasons why he and Orihime could never be a couple.
MasterAkira: I am going to do an aggressive uke Ichi with a less aggressive seme…but you will have to wait and find out who! Although you can probably guess…
Nusku: It’s a miracle! –dances around- Wait a minute…are those tissues I see stuffed up your nose!?
Usmorgan: Thanks! Ichi is cute with ALMOST anyone. Emphasis on almost.
Kageneko_malfoy: Thank you, uke Ichigo is my all time favorite. EVER! So far anyway =D


Pairing: GinxIchigo

Summary: For ConstantSnow’s birthday- happy birthday!!! Alternate Universe. Ichigo is paranoid and chance brings Gin Ichimaru to him who tries to help him get over his fears.

Beta’d by the wonderful KitsuneKiri who managed to get this beta’d in one night- thank you!

Death

Ichigo ran back to his house, panting heavily. He swore that he heard the heavy beating of wings behind him, but he didn’t dare turn to look. Finally his house was in sight. He ran in and fumbled with his key, his heart beating fast as he dropped them. He gave a sharp cry and reached down to grab them, finally fitting it into the lock and turning it before yanking the door open and rushing inside.

Inside the dark house he slumped against the ground, grimacing and clutching as his sides which felt like a hot dagger was shoved into him. He got his breath back and stood up and shaky legs, making his way over to his answering machine which was blinking the number 2. He pressed play and took off his shoes while he listened to them.

“You have four old and two new messages.” The annoying beep following made Ichigo want to grimace.

“Ichigo, my son! This is your father! I just wanted to say hi and see how you are doing…your sisters really miss you, and so do I… love you son.”

Ichigo scowled and pinched his nose. He visited his family every week since he moved out and still the goat face insisted on calling every day…But maybe if he moved back in it would be harder for it to get him. But he didn’t want to put his family’s lives in danger.

“Ichigo, this is Rukia. How are you?” Her voice sounded awkward over the phone and he knew it was because he had told her about his paranoia and about it.

“Listen, Ichigo, I know a really good psychologist that…” He pressed delete, cutting off her voice.

“You have no more new messages.” The mechanical woman’s voice informed him and then finally shut up.

He walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove to make some tea, which would hopefully relax him. He was just getting a mug out of one of the cupboards when the doorbell rang. He jumped and the mug fell to the ground, the handle breaking off. Ichigo frowned and scooped up the mess, throwing them into the trash. The doorbell rang again.

The orange haired man walked to the door warily and looked through the peephole. Standing outside the door was a tall silver haired man who was smiling widely and playing with a leather wallet in his hands, Ichigo’s wallet. Fuck, he must have dropped it somewhere. Ichigo was about to open the door for the man when suspicion gripped him. They could look like anyone, like anything.

So Ichigo very carefully opened the door, with the chain still in place. “Yes, can I help you?”

The silver haired man grinned widely. “Hey there, are ya…” He trailed off and flipped the wallet open to look at the ID.

“Ichigo Kurosaki?”

“Yes…”

“I found your wallet and checked the address so I could bring it to ya.”

Normally Ichigo would be very thankful for a stranger bringing back his wallet and not stealing it, but he had to be watchful for them.

“Er, thank you…” He held his hand out through the door and the man gave him a funny look.

“Aren’t ya going to open the door?”

“Umm…” Ichigo bit his lip nervously.

“I don’t even know you…”

“M’name is Gin Ichimaru.” He smiled and Ichigo felt himself weakening. This man seemed nice, and he didn’t think he was one of Them.

With a sigh, Ichigo closed the door and slid the chain off before opening the door.

“Sorry about that, I just like to be cautious.” He mumbled.

“Understandable.” Gin smiled and Ichigo found it hard not to react to the attractiveness of the man.

Then the kettle started whistling. Ichigo threw a glance over his shoulder and frowned.

“Please, come in. Would you like some tea?”

“Sure Ichi.” Gin stepped inside and closed the door while Ichigo scowled.

“It’s Ichigo!” He shouted back as he walked into the kitchen to turn off the burner and poured the boiling water into the tea pot.

“Nice place ya got here Ichigo.” Gin commented.

“Hm? Oh, it’s something my grandmother left me, she knew how much I loved it…”

Ichigo trailed off and rubbed his neck, turning to study the silver haired man who was leaning against the door frame. His eyes were narrowed into slits and it occurred to Ichigo that the man hadn’t stopped smiling once. Strange…but still nothing to indicate that he was like Them.

“You’re kind of young to be living on your own though.” Gin commented. Ichigo threw a sharp look at the man who just shrugged.

“Your birthday was on your driver’s license.”

“I prefer my independence. I didn’t want to go to college yet and I don’t need a college degree to do substitute teaching.”

“Do ya like kids?”

“Enough to put up with them.” The orange haired man grabbed the tray with the tea set and gestured with his head for Gin to follow him into the next room where he set the tray down on the coffee table. Gin set his wallet down on the coffee table, which Ichigo had almost forgotten about until then.

“What about you, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a mortician.”

Ichigo almost coughed into his tea that he was sipping at the irony of it. To think he thought this man was one of Them when his profession was so directly linked to it.

“So do you like dead people?” Ichigo asked with a smile to show he was just teasing.

Gin laughed and took his cup of tea, adding two cubes of sugar. “Enough to put up with them.”

Ichigo snorted and leaned back in his chair to study him. “You don’t look like a mortician.”

“Do you know a lot of undertakers?” Gin asked, and his eyes opened a little more to reveal they were a bright green that enchanted Ichigo instantly.

“Not really, but my father is a doctor so I have met one or two of his acquaintances that were morticians.” Ichigo didn’t mention that one of the ‘one or two’ was when his mother died.

“Did they look like morticians?”

Ichigo made a face as he remembered Aizen Sousuke who was smooth and charming, but far too oily and slick for Ichigo’s taste.

“A little.”

Gin tilted his head to the side as he studied his expression. “Well I’m glad I don’t look like one then.”

Gin had an appointment at four so he had to leave, but Ichigo made him promise that he could take the mortician out for dinner the next night to repay him for bringing his wallet. He was a little nervous about being outside at night, but he put on his mother’s old cross in the hopes that it would help to ward off Them.

They went to a local family restaurant that Ichigo fell in love with when he was a little kid. The food wasn’t too greasy and there was a taste to it that reminded him of his mom’s cooking. Gin also seemed comfortable in the atmosphere so Ichigo was glad that he had made the choice.

“So do ya plan on going to college eventually or are ya just going to stick with subbing?”

Ichigo took a drink of his ale and frowned in thought.

“I might go, but for now I am happy with the way I am living. I think my dad wanted me to be a doctor and my grades were good enough, but I just didn’t feel that it was my calling.”

“It’s good that ya know that though, instead of discovering your own feet halfway through.” Ichigo raised his eyes to meet Gin’s, who was staring at him intently.

“Yeah, I guess…”

“So tell me Ichi,”

“Ichigo.” He corrected half heartedly.

“What were ya really scared of coming in?” Ichigo froze as he stared incredulously at Gin’s calm expression.

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t afraid of people coming in, were ya?”

Ichigo swallowed harshly and suddenly wished he had drunk more beer before Gin brought this up.
“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m not gonna judge ya Ichigo. Ya didn’t think any worse of me when I said I was a mortician and I’ll do the same.”

Ichigo scowled and mentally debated with himself. He had told Rukia and she thought he was crazy now. But this guy was practically a stranger, so what did he have to lose?

“I’m just paranoid.”

“About?” Gin pressed

“Just something I saw recently that made me wonder.” Gin was silent as Ichigo took another large gulp of his ale.

“At first I thought I was crazy, but then I saw it again.”

“It?”

“Them. Something. Someone. I don’t know… There was an old lady sitting across from me on the subway and there was a man next to her all dressed in black…black suit, black shirt, black tie, black shoes. Nobody else seemed to notice him because he reached over and touched the old woman and she didn’t even realize it. He rested his hand on her head and a dark mark like a cross appeared on her forehead before disappearing again.”

He looked up at Gin to see how he was taking it, but he seemed to just be studying him intently so Ichigo continued.

“He got up and left at the next stop and she seemed to be asleep…but when I went over to go check on her I realized that she didn’t have a pulse.” Ichigo paused as the waitress came over to give them their food. He poured some ketchup on his plate and dipped a fry into it before popping it into his mouth. Swallowing was harder than he thought.

“At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but I was walking down the street when a woman all dressed in black bumped into another woman who got that mark on her forehead. A second later she crossed the street and was hit by a car that ran a red light.” He fell silent and took a bite of his hamburger although he no longer felt hungry.

“Did it happen again?”

“I run every time I see one of Them now.” Ichigo said.

“In case one is coming for me…”

“What do ya think they are?”

“Angels of Death, Death Gods, Grimm Reapers, I don’t know.” Ichigo muttered and rubbed the back of his head.

“I know it sounds crazy…”

“Nah it doesn’t.” Gin commented and took a large bite of medium rare hamburger.

“No more crazy than people who believe in God or angels or miracles, whatever. It’s kind of unusual, but not crazy.”

Ichigo felt a wave of relief flood him at the understanding of this not-quite-stranger. Perhaps it was because he dealt with dead people for a living, either way, Ichigo was grateful. His next bite of food was much more enthusiastic and satisfying.

“I think most people believe in the afterlife to some degree.” Gin mused.

“Because if they don’t believe, than the future is rather bleak, isn’t it? Everyone has to die someday, but if ya believe that there is more to it than that then ya can go in peace.”

“Yeah, but to actually know that your time is coming is jarring.” Ichigo winced at the thought.

“But ya don’t know for certain that they’re there for ya, right? Maybe ya can just see them.”

“Maybe.” Ichigo finished his meal in much better spirits than he had in a long time, and he pretended not to notice the way Gin’s hand nudged against his or the silver haired man’s long legs rubbing against his own.

“You really didn’t have to walk me back.” Ichigo muttered with red gracing his cheeks.

“I’m not some girl that needs to be taken care of.”

“I thought ya would feel safer.” Gin said and grinned as Ichigo nervously fumbled his key and unlocked the door.

“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” He asked, his eyes opening a little wider to reveal his violet irises… Weren’t they green?

Ichigo turned even redder and turned his head away. “Stop joking…”

“I’m not joking.” Gin braced his hand on the doorframe above Ichigo’s head and leaned in closer.

“Just a little one…” Ichigo stayed still as Gin leaned closer to him and their breath mingled.
“Just a little…” Their lips brushed against each other and Ichigo’s lids fell closed. He tilted his head upward to make it a less awkward angle and opened his mouth slightly as Gin pressed more firmly against him.

The man deepened the kiss, reaching his hand up to cup the back of Ichigo’s head while the other gripped his back.

“Mmh.” Ichigo moaned in pleasure and curiously slipped his tongue out to tentatively engage with Gin’s. It wasn’t much different than kissing a girl, but it was definitely more passionate and it was oddly comfortable to have the other man leading.

They finally broke away with both of their breath ragged as they contained their need.

“Will ya let me come in?”

“Um…” Ichigo was still uncertain. He knew what it meant if he invited Gin in, what it would lead to. And he was afraid for that, but at the same time it made him burn.

“Yeah.”

Gin smiled and Ichigo knew that it was one of his real ones because his, purple, eyes were dancing with light. Ichigo let him in. Just as he closed the door behind them, he was pressed against it with a hungry mouth sealed over his. Ichigo moaned and reached up to tangled his hand in Gin’s soft hair.

“Bedroom?” Gin asked slightly breathlessly while his hands roamed over Ichigo’s body.

“This way.” He led Gin to his bedroom which he had never brought another person to. Gin kept close, hovering behind him so closely that he almost stepped on Ichigo’s heel once or twice, but Ichigo didn’t mind.

Ichigo opened the door and his mouth was attacked once more. He stumbled back slightly from the force of it and inhaled sharply. “

You’re cold!” Ichigo said as Gin slid his hands underneath his shirt.

“I know, you’ll get used to it.” Gin said and pressed a light kiss to his bare stomach before taking Ichigo’s shirt off the rest of the way. Ichigo allowed himself a small smirk at Gin’s impatience and began to undo Gin’s shirt, cursing all of the buttons. While Ichigo was busy doing that, Gin took a moment to study him with a soft smile. Ichigo finally undid the last button and smiled gleefully before he was yanked into a loose hug.

“Gin?” He questioned uncertainly.

“You’re so soft…” Gin purred delightfully and let his hands wander over Ichigo’s bare back. Ichigo twitched at the cold hands but distracted himself with Gin’s hard chest and abs which were muscular and defined.

Gin’s hands, which had been lightly stroking his back turned less innocent as they wandered further down to grab Ichigo’s ass roughly.

“Ah!” Ichigo jerked slightly in surprise and scowled up at Gin who was looking rather smug. The orange haired man narrowed his eyes and reached his hand down to palm Gin’s erection through his pants. Red eyes darkened with lust and Gin nudged Ichigo over to the bed and pushed him onto it.

“Ya aren’t one just to take it lying down, are ya?” Gin asked in amusement as he undid Ichigo’s jeans and slid them off.

“No boxers huh…kinky.” Ichigo glared at him and resisted the urge to close his legs and cover himself.

Gin pulled away for a moment, but to only let his half-on shirt slide off and to unbuckle his pants. He stepped out of them and stood naked without reservation. Ichigo trailed his eyes down his strong, firm body and resisted the urge to blush at the sight of his hard cock. The silver haired man appeared to like the reaction because he grinned and slipped back onto the bed to hover over Ichigo.

“Ya certainly look like a treat, all sprawled out on the bed like that.” Gin maneuvered his leg in between Ichigo’s and rubbed against Ichigo’s erection. He tilted his head to the side and drank in the gasp Ichigo gave and the way he arched his back into it.

“I bet ya would look even better on black silk sheets.” He leaned down and kissed Ichigo’s collarbone before nipping lightly.

“Shit…” Ichigo cursed and jerked his hips when Gin’s cold hand gripped his erection. It occurred to him that this was a guy who touched dead people but it didn’t turn him off in the slightest. Instead he reached down and ran his fingers over Gin’s own erect cock and experimentally rubbed his thumb over his leaking slit. He wondered for a moment how it would feel to take him into his mouth, but dismissed it when Gin inhaled sharply and pressed harder against him.

“Ya got lube Ichi?”

“Ichigo.” He corrected automatically and reluctantly pulled away to search for his almost empty bottle of lube he had been using to masturbate with.

“Aw, Ichi, I’m hurt. Do ya often bring guys back here to do the naught with?” Gin teased.

“Shut up, you’re the first.” Ichigo muttered, making Gin pause slightly in his ministrations.

“Then I’m honored.” Gin kissed Ichigo sweetly and the pulled away to open the lube and poured some onto his hand.

“Bend your knees.” Ichigo did as he was asked somewhat nervously and twitched as two fingers which were slick and cold circled his entrance. He tensed slightly as one prodded him a little more firmly but it didn’t intrude more. Gin leaned over and kissed his nose lightly.

“Ya shouldn’t tense.”

Ichigo grumbled, but reluctantly tried to relax as the fingers continued their exploration. The one returned again, and this time didn’t hesitate to push inside of him.

“Gin!”

“You’re alright.” Gin murmured soothingly and stroked his hair. He was alright. It was uncomfortable and unfamiliar, but not painful. He squirmed a little bit to try and get used to it and made a face as Gin began to move it in and out of him. Gin laughed lightly.

“Ya will like it eventually.”

“It better.” Ichigo warned and then bit his lip as a second finger was also pushed into him.

“Ow!” This time the stretch was more noticeable and a lot more uncomfortable. Gin shifted slightly and pressed his legs a little farther apart, making Ichigo realize that he had unconsciously been trying to clamp them together.

“That’s weird.”

“You haven’t ever experimented with yourself?” Gin asked and pumped his erection to draw his mind back to pleasure.

“That makes me hard.”

“I can tell.” Ichigo muttered and very lightly nudged Gin’s erection with his leg. Gin shivered and pressed his fingers down. “Ah!” Ichigo cried out as unexpected pleasure floored him. “Wh-what…AH!” He threw his head back and dug his hands into the sheets as Gin did it again.

“I think you’re ready now.”

“Fuck, don’t stop now.” Ichigo demanded as the fingers were removed.

“Ya will feel it again.” Gin leaned back and poured some lube onto his fingers and slicked himself up.

“No condom?” Ichigo asked a little warily.

“I don’t have anything, do ya?”

“No, but…”

“It feels better this way.” Gin wiped his hand on his leg and moved so he was in between Ichigo’s legs.

“I won’t come inside ya if ya don’t want me to.”

To feel Gin coming inside of him actually sounded…hot. So Ichigo shook his head making Gin quirk an eyebrow.

“Ya sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He smiled broadly and his eyes seemed to glow as he lined himself up to Ichigo’s entrance. Ichigo felt a wave of nervousness hit him as he felt the head press against him, but there wasn’t time for second thoughts as Gin pushed into him.

“Fuck!” To be honest, Ichigo didn’t expect it to feel like this. There was immediate pain when he was stretched open and it made him clamp down.

Gin grunted and froze. “Fuck, Ichi, let me push in a little further and it will feel better.”

Ichigo nodded and gritted his teeth as Gin pressed in more. The initial agony passed and dulled to a sharp throb as Gin thrust in steadily until he was fully seated. They both panted and Gin pressed wet, sloppy kisses against his shoulder as they both became accustom to the feeling.

“Ugh…” Ichigo shifted his hips and winced, but sighed as relaxing noticeably helped lessen the pain. In fact, it was starting to feel really good.

“Gin, move.”

“Ya sure Ichi?”

“I said move!”

Gin blinked and then chuckled.

“As ya say.” He pulled out slowly and Ichigo moaned, which turned into a shriek as Gin shoved back in ruthlessly.

“You’re even better than I imagined.” Gin hissed and began a fast, steady pace that rocked the bed and left Ichigo digging his nails into the headboard.

“Harder!” Ichigo cried and wrapped his legs around Gin’s waist, grinding his hips to try and get him to hit that spot again.

“Fuck!”

Gin complied immediately and pulled himself completely out before slamming back in. A sharp pain stabbed through his pelvis at the intensity, but Ichigo ignored it for the pleasure coursing through him.

“Ah fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Ichigo cursed and twitched his hips to meet the hard thrusts.

“There!”

“Ichigo.” Gin purred his name and bit down on Ichigo’s neck, making the other man cry out and arch his back.

It was rough, hard, and fast. And the most pleasurable thing that Ichigo had ever felt. He wanted more even though his body screamed at him in warning. He wanted to feel Gin so deep inside of him that he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.

Gin grabbed his legs and hooked his hand underneath Ichigo’s knees, pushing them upward until Ichigo was spread wide apart and almost bent in half. Ichigo’s muscles ached but his erection required more immediate attention as he began to jerk himself off rapidly in time with Gin’s thrusts.

“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

“Yes…” Gin hissed into his ear and kissed him. Ichigo was slightly aware that he tasted his own blood from the bite in the kiss, but what did that matter when everything felt so good?

“Almost there…” Ichigo cried as Gin pulled away from the kiss.

“Almost!”

“Same.” Gin breathed out and began to piston in and out of Ichigo.

“GIN!” Ichigo screamed his name as he came, spilling white fluid all over his chest.

“Ichigo…” Gin whispered almost reverently and with a grunt, followed Ichigo to climax.

They both caught their breath as Ichigo got sleepier and sleepier. Gin pulled out of him and Ichigo moaned in discomfort. The silver haired man chuckled and stroked his hair before kissing his swollen lips lightly.

“Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Ichigo could only do as commanded and shut his eyes, slipping into nothingness.

When he woke up, Gin was perched above him. For a second his disoriented mind couldn’t figure out how he was perched above him, but slowly he put it together. Gin was crouched at the foot of his bed, his feet tucked underneath him on the footboard. Ichigo realized why he was so confused a second later, because Gin was dressed all in black, and he had only seen Gin wearing white.

“Gin?” He asked sleepily and frowned, wondering why fear was creeping into his heart.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching ya sleep. I love doing that.”

“Why do you say that like you’ve done it before?” Ichigo was more than just nervous now, he was scared and he doubted hiding under the covers was going to make this go away.

“Because I have.” Gin smiled at Ichigo, and Ichigo flinched. The silver haired man frowned.

“Don’t be like that…”

“Like what!? You’re one of Them!” He spat.

“I told ya that just because ya can see us, doesn’t mean ya are going to die.” Gin reminded Ichigo, still frowning.

“To be honest, if a Reaper finds a human that can see us, we’re supposed to make ‘em forget.” Gin said and cocked his head to the side.

“But I knew that ya had it in ya to be one of us.”

“Wh…what?” Ichigo’s eyes grew wide as Gin stepped lightly onto the bed. Ichigo tried to scramble to the other side but Gin caught his arm and yanked him back, straddling him and pinning him down.

“Ichigo…beautiful Ichi…” Gin whispered, his eyes a glowing violet as he stroked Ichigo’s face.

“I’m not going to hurt ya.” He murmured and leaned down to kiss him but Ichigo snapped his teeth at him, making the Reaper retreat with a frown.

“I mean it Ichi. What happened last night had nothing to do with what I am.”

“No?” Ichigo asked scornfully and turned his head away, fighting the tears that came when he realized that he had been taken advantage of.

“Don’t cry Ichi…” Gin kissed his eyes, darting his tongue out to lick up the salty tears.

“I’ve taken a liking to ya for quite a while now, watching ya. We’re not bad guys ya know, we just help people pass on.”

Ichigo wanted to believe, he really did, but he didn’t know if he could.

“This is your calling. What you’ve been feeling tickling in the back of your skull. Ya want this, ya need this.” This time when Gin leaned down to kiss Ichigo, Ichigo let him. Gin growled into the kiss and flattened his body along Ichigo’s.

Ichigo turned his head away from the kiss to gasp for breath and Gin pulled away with a satisfied expression.

“Do ya accept?”

“Do I have to die?”

“Nope. Some Reapers are dead, but ya don’t have to be. I wasn’t lying when I said I was a mortician.” Gin smiled at Ichigo.

“I must say that’s what really sealed the deal with ya, ya didn’t seem to care what I did.”

Ichigo bit his lip and swallowed around the lump in his throat. “So how does it work?”

“Is that a yes?” Ichigo nodded. “

Yay! Alright, that means I get to be your mentor because I found ya and…” Gin rambled on, talking about nonsensical things as he cuddled against Ichigo, still fully dressed in his black outfit. Ichigo was half amused, half afraid. After all, it isn’t every day that you meet Death.

LINE

Because I know that some people may point it out, in my state you do not need a college degree to substitute teach, just a high school degree.

I hope everyone enjoyed! Next up is a UlquiorraxIchigo.