The Playtime Mini-Series - COMPLETE!

Title: Reversal
Authors: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko
Pairing: Ishida/Ichigo
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No spoilers that we know of. It might even be a little bit AU, but not too much. Pure PWP Smut. (We’re talking mature audiences only.) Minor bondage.
Authors’ Note: This is a fourth installment 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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Reversal
By: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko


First, he’d woken up late. Rushing around, missing breakfast, and still ending up ten minutes late to first period, then getting lectured on top of that… Next, it had been Asano, pestering him constantly about doing all sorts of normal things that just seemed annoying since Ichigo was already in a very bad mood. Then, third period rolled around Ichigo discovered that, despite his best efforts, he had totally flunked his English quiz. Lunch was interrupted by Hollows and after that nothing could go right because Ichigo’s mind just wouldn’t accept it any way but wrong.

He’d never been happier to leave the school building than when the last bells chimed that day…

Ishida was waiting for him at the gate, softly thumping his bag against his leg as he stared off into space. The bright splash of Ichigo\'s hair in the corner of his vision caught Ishida\'s attention and he pushed off the wall he was leaning against.

\"Hey. Have any plans for tonight? By the way, Kuchiki-san said to tell you that she\'s going shopping and won\'t be home till late.\"

\"No. And fine, whatever.\" Ichigo kept walking.

\"Want to come over to my place and study?\" Ishida fell in step beside him easily.

\"Are you gonna feed me?\"

\"Don\'t I always when you come over?\"

\"Hm. Let\'s go.\" The deep scowl never left his face, but he did pick up his pace, wincing when his stomach rumbled and squealed eagerly.

The Archer smirked. \'Feed\' didn\'t necessarily mean food, though he would let Ichigo help himself to anything in the kitchen like always. Tonight... Ishida had plans, and Ichigo had just fallen into the first stage of his trap.

Later, with a full stomach and better temperament, Ichigo reclined on Ishida\'s couch with one hand on his stomach and the other arm tossed over his eyes. \"What did we need to study?\" he asked drowsily.

\"Well, we have that English test next week. The math one, too. Which one do you want to study for first?\" Workbooks spread out neatly in front of him on the low living room table, Ishida rested his chin in his palm and waited for an answer. If they studied for both, Ichigo would end up staying so late it would only be natural for Ishida to ask him to stay the night.

\"Maaaahhh,\" Ichigo sighed and paused long enough afterwards that it might have seemed like he\'d fallen asleep. \"Both. I really need to study for the English test, but math...isn\'t going too great either. Better than English though, so looks like I need to call home. Unless you\'ve got other plans for any of the rest of the night?\"

\"None,\" Ishida assured him. \'None that I have to leave the apartment for,\' he added mentally, hiding an evil smirk in his palm.

\"Bring me the phone please?\" the redhead mumbled and lazily lifted the hand from his stomach, letting it limply flop back on his wrist one his forearm was vertical. He just felt so...disinclined to care or move right then.

A moment later, Ishida set the cordless phone in Ichigo\'s hand.

The phone call was short and painless since Yuzu answered and when he was done, Ichigo sat up and set the phone on the table. \"Get started?\" he asked.

\"English or math first?\"

\"English...\" Ichigo sighed and slid to a kneeling position from the couch.

Hours of studying and a couple breaks to destroy nearby Hollows later, Ishida finally set his English workbook aside and looked at Ichigo. \"Study for math or do that tomorrow?\" Thankfully it was Saturday, meaning they had the next day off.

\"Tomorrow. No more,\" Ichigo mumbled and dropped his head to the tabletop, looking as though he might drool on his own workbook.

\"Alright. I\'m gonna get ready for bed. Go ahead and have a snack if you want.\" Standing up, Ishida headed for his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He didn\'t want Ichigo walking in before everything was ready.

Ichigo slumped there for a moment before rising, almost Zombie-like, and headed for the kitchen. His snack was a quick sandwich and then he made for the bathroom for a quick shower and to brush his teeth. He\'d actually taken the time to designate some clothes and toiletries to leave for himself at Ishida\'s apartment; he was there just often enough.

Satisfied that he was clean, in good boxers and a tank top that Ishida had considerately laid out for him on the countertop at some point during the night, Ichigo brushed his teeth. He was ready to go to bed, even if he didn\'t get to sleep right away. In fact, he could use a little unwinding, he decided as he settled on the couch and slumped, waiting for Ishida\'s summons. Sometimes Ishida liked to lie alone for a while as did Ichigo. They had learned to begin to respect each other\'s personal space at least that much.

The soft click of Ishida\'s bedroom door unlocking preluded the Quincy leaning over Ichigo, long-fingered hands supporting him on the back of the sofa. Ishida had changed into a pair of black silk boxers and a very tight black tee. \"Up for a little fun, or are you too tired?\" he purred tauntingly, black eyes flashing mischievously behind his lenses.

Tipping his head back, Ichigo smirked. \"Fun sounds like...fun...\" he murred in return and stood, turning to face the strangest guy he\'d ever met and the only guy to ever steal his emotions so completely.

Ishida walked around the couch to stand in front of Ichigo. \"I was hoping you\'d say that.\" Nimble fingers laced in flame-orange hair, pulling Ichigo down into a deep, passionate kiss as Ishida pressed close. His boxers did nothing to hide his already full erection, brought on by his preparations in the bedroom. All he had to do was keep Ichigo\'s focus on him... and the redhead would never know what hit him.

Ichigo’s arms wrapped around Ishida’s slender body, hugging him close. He moaned softly into the kiss and let his tongue war with the brunet’s passionately. He paid very little attention to where they were going when Ishida began to lure him backwards with nips and licks to his lips. Ichigo was more than happy to just follow and relish the idea of screwing Ishida’s brains out again along the way.

Little did he know, Ishida had other ideas. It wasn\'t long before they fell onto the bed in a confused tangle of limbs, their mouths still glued together. With some difficulty, Ishida managed to divide his attention between keeping Ichigo distracted and orienting them on the bed in the way he wanted. Pale hands coaxed lithe, muscular arms up over the Shinigami\'s head as their tongues continued to battle. Then, before Ichigo had even realized what was happening, Ishida had tied his wrists to a bar in the metal headboard with a length of silk rope.

Instantly breaking the kiss, Ichigo looked up with a confused grunt and tugged at his bonds. “What the hell, Ishida?” This was all new to him…sort of…

\"I thought we\'d try something a little... different tonight,\" the Quincy purred, sliding his hands all the way down to the bottom of the Shinigami\'s shirt. Taking hold of the hem, Ishida pulled the tank up and over Ichigo\'s head until it cocooned his hands, trapping him even more.

\"Different...how?\" Ichigo replied warily and tested his bonds once more. Part of him was trembling in complete and eager anticipation. Another part of him was raising its hackles at the thoughts that were arousing him more than he already was. Ishida wasn\'t thinking what Ichigo thought he was thinking...was he?

\"Mmmm, you\'ll see.\" Ishida sat up and turned around to tie Ichigo\'s ankles to the footboard, making sure he had enough slack to bend his legs.

Kicking his feet uselessly, Ichigo snorted. “Ishida, you kinky bastard! What the hell are you thinking!?”

\"I said you\'ll see. Damn, I should have taken your boxers off before tying you,\" the Archer muttered, looking thoughtfully at the offending article of clothing.

Looking down his body, Ichigo took stock of his current situation. His legs were tied wide apart, spreading them. His hands were definitely secure and he was definitely as hard as a rock, impressively tenting his boxers. Would it really be that bad...to let Ishida...have him? For a change, it was definitely exciting. Ichigo closed his eyes and swallowed and then hoarsely responded with a low mumble.

\"So, tear them off.\"

\"Absolutely not!\"

Insulted by the suggestion of tearing clothes, Ishida untied one of Ichigo\'s ankles, pulled the boxers down until they hung off the other ankle, then retied the freed ankle. \"There. That\'s better,\" he purred, raking dark eyes over the Shinigami\'s bared body, his gaze lingering on Ichigo\'s arousal. His own pulsed and hardened until it was painful at the erotic sight of his lover bound and at his mercy. \'I should have done this a long time ago.\'

\"Freak,\" Ichigo muttered and looked away scowling. What the hell was he doing? Ishida was...well, what was Ishida going to do? Would it hurt to at least find that much out before he demanded release...? Ichigo shook his head a little. To be released, not release... \'Yeah. Right. I can\'t even lie to myself on that one...damn it.\'

\"You love it,\" the Archer retorted, cupping Ichigo\'s heavy erection in his hands. It twitched at his touch. \"I think you like being tied up. And you call me quirky.\" Smirking, Ishida leaned down to kiss a trail along the thick vein on the underside, his eyes never leaving Ichigo\'s face.

\"Ah!\" Ichigo\'s body jerked upwards a little as he gasped and Ishida was exciting something in him that he never thought he\'d ever have. A desire to be dominated. Agitated, he pushed the new and rising hunger aside twisted a little, struggling.

\"You\'re only going to hurt yourself if you kept trying to get free.\" Wanting to give Ichigo pleasure but not take his mind off his state of immobility, Ishida lapped at the head of Ichigo\'s arousal as one finger traced his puckered entrance. \"Tell me, I~chi~go,\" he purred, \"just how tight was I the first time you took me?\"

\"God! So tight...like a vise, but so soft...\"

Cutting himself off, Ichigo flexed his body, but it wasn\'t really towards escape any more and it wasn\'t quite yet towards Ishida\'s tempting \"offer\" either. \'I did not just babble!\'

\"Soft, huh? This I have to see.\" Smirking at Ichigo\'s semi-incoherent rant, Ishida climbed off the bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand. Before him lay multiple tubes of lubrication in an array of flavors and scents. He crossed his arms thoughtfully, eyeing each one. \'Hmmm... which one to use...\'

The cloud of surprised pleasure began to clear like fog before the very first rays of the sun as Ishida backed off a little. Ichigo was completely thrown off balance by the whole ordeal...and now the bastard was carefully and meticulously concentrating on which lube to use.

\"Damn it, Ishida!! Let me go!!\"

\"Hush, Kurosaki, and be patient.\" Finally settling on pina-colada-flavored just for the hell of it, Ishida pulled his clothes off - freeing his full erection to stand against his stomach - and grabbed the tube, then settled between Ichigo\'s legs again. \"So, am I still that tight?\" he asked curiously in the tone of a researcher as he coated his fingers in the slippery gel, releasing the smell of pineapples into the air.

\"Why the hell does it matter?!\" Ichigo snapped and tried to break free again, but the bindings held fast. He was no bottom, damn it!!! But...would it hurt to experience things from Ishida\'s view for just this once?

\"Because I want to know.\" One slick finger traced Ichigo\'s entrance, pressing against the ring of muscle to coax it to relax and open. It was highly amusing to watch the Shinigami struggle to get free, and Ishida couldn\'t stop smirking.

\"Yeeeaah!\" The liquid was cool, but Ishida\'s finger was warm and Ichigo\'s legs fell open wider. \"You loosen faster, take me deeper, but yes, god yes! You\'re still so fucking tight...are you happy?!\"

\"Partially.\" At last, Ishida slid his middle finger in and probed, searching for that special spot. He knew what happened when Ichigo played with his, but what would Ichigo do when his prostate was stimulated?

Panting heavily, Ichigo pressed back on the finger, losing himself completely to the gentle sensation of being invaded. Was this was Ishida felt when he stretched the Quincy? The teasing was near to unbearable!

\"Fuck!\" The scream was out before Ichigo could swallow it. His back arched painfully at the same time that he pushed back hard on the finger trying to impale himself more and more firmly. \"How...how do you tolerate this...this kind of...thing?\" he gasped as his body trembled in short, tiny spurts, nerves firing excitedly from the extreme pleasure. He\'d almost cum for that one single touch. How he hadn\'t, he couldn\'t even begin to guess.

\"I tolerate it because I know what will follow,\" Ishida crooned, stroking that spot, \"and it is definitely worth the wait.\" Settling on his stomach between Ichigo\'s legs, the Archer took the head of the Shinigami\'s erection into his mouth and sucked as he pushed another finger in to stretch Ichigo\'s tight passage. The way Ichigo\'s muscles contracted around his fingers made Ishida moan with anticipation and his arousal throb with need, begging to dive into that tight channel.

“Nhn! Uryuu!” His hips jerked up into Ishida’s mouth, desperate for release as that spot was continuously stimulated. The Quincy Archer was being very careful not to set him off, but to keep the pressure steady so that it was a constant torment on Ichigo’s body. Sweat ran off his semi-tanned skin in beads, adding a sheen to his skin tone. His eyes were shut tightly as he threw his head back and let his mouth fall open in a long drawn-out moan, repeating the name, “Uryuuu~…”

Long, slender fingers stretched and stroked Ichigo\'s passage, preparing him for the invasion of something much larger than three fingers, but it was his own impatience and need for release that made Ishida remove his fingers in the end and he quickly coated his length with lube. Crawling up the Shinigami\'s body, the brunet kissed his lover as he positioned himself.

\"This will hurt at first,\" Ishida warned against wet lips, then began pushing into Ichigo.

Bliss. Absolute, pure heaven. That was what Ishida felt as he slid inch by inch into that immensely tight channel, experience reminding him to not go too fast, especially the first time. Panting as pleasure besieged him, the Archer buried himself to the hilt and waited, trembling, for Ichigo to give him the go ahead to move.

The breathless retort that had begun to form on his lips died in a low whine as his body was forced open, split wide and worshipped by the hot flesh sinking deeper within him. His body clenched tightly at first, then relaxed with fluttery spasms of his muscles. The memory of that sensation in Ishida’s body, the Archer’s tight channel pulsing around his aching erection, made Ichigo whimper and pull at his bonds. He no longer wanted his freedom so much as the ability to grab his partner and help Ishida fuck him senseless. Unable to do that, he haltingly panted until the pain eased to a bearable level and then jerked his hips up.

Groaning, Ishida pulled out halfway and slammed back in, aiming for Ichigo\'s prostate. He knew that was the only way to take Ichigo\'s mind off the pain right now and truly enjoy this. Ishida did not want to come out of this feeling as if he\'d raped his lover... even if he had tied Ichigo down against his will.

The sensations caused by the contractions of Ichigo\'s passage had all of Ishida\'s body aflame, and he almost came right after that first thrust. Determined to make this last as long as possible, he grounded himself by furiously kissing the Shinigami as he pounded into him. Slick, nimble fingers found a hard nipple and toyed with it, helping to drive away pain with pleasure.

The pain was already a ghostly memory that faded further as Ishida’s fingers toyed with his sensitive nipple. His legs strained at the bonds, yearning to wrap around the slender waist. Almost boney hipbones rutted against the sensitive flesh where the backs of his thighs met his ass and even that made him moan loudly. He felt wanton as he strained into Ishida’s ministrations and against his bindings, but it was the feeling of Ishida Uryuu’s heavy arousal sliding in and out of his body that had most of his attention. In moments, that was his only focus as one specifically angled thrust slammed the head of Ishida’s erection into Ichigo’s prostate and the Shinigami screamed, “Uryuu!” as he came heavily.

Ishida\'s world shrank to the overwhelming pleasure crashing through him as all of Ichigo\'s muscles tightened, squeezing around his erection and milking him as he came with a loud cry. Everything tensed for a moment, then went limp and Ishida became little more than a hot, trembling, panting blanket covering his lover, his mind completely blown away.

That had been...absolutely amazing. Not better than being taken himself, but not any less wonderful either. Now Ishida knew what it had been like for Ichigo every time he\'d claimed him. Once he got his breath back, the Archer smirked and kissed Ichigo\'s neck.

\"I should have tied you up a long time ago,\" he purred, lapping up the sweat coating Ichigo\'s skin.

His eyes loosely shut, Ichigo only moaned softly and lay there limp and spent. It had been mind-shattering, and in the afterglow, he decided there would be more of it. Maybe not often, because few things could compare to having Ishida writhing beneath him as he found pleasure the same way Ishida just had, but…it would definitely happen more often than it had been. His breathing was finally beginning to slow down, he noted absently.

Ropes loosened with the help of long fingers, releasing Ichigo\'s wrists from their confines. A moment later, Ishida slowly pulled out of his lover and freed Ichigo\'s ankles. Collapsing on top of the Shinigami again, Ishida curled up a little and basked in the glorious afterglow, hoping there would be many more nights like this one. The next time they had sex would be very interesting, the Archer knew, now that Ichigo would let him top. Oh, yes, he was definitely looking forward to the coming battles for dominance.

Ichigo settled strong arms around Ishida’s curled form and sighed. He was completely unaware of Ishida’s plotting, in fact, the thought hadn’t even occurred to him that his acceptance of the last little while could lead to possible complications in the future. Right now, he was satiated, tired, and with Ishida there, life couldn’t have gotten any better.

~Fin~

Second Authors\' Note: Just to let those of you reading our other stuff know, NO we did not forget Reflections or anything else. We\'re just...taking a little break again. We promise it\'ll be over soon and we\'ll go back to Reflections and finish it up. Remember this is summer so we\'re very busy and Reflections is very thought and time-consuming so it\'s easier to write out these one-shots and relax and enjoy ourselves with some new stuff for a bit. It keeps us from burning out ^____^ No worries though.

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