Urges

Keigo’s POV

Something’s just noooot right. I used to think that Ichigo and I were close friends, if not best friends. He could tell me anything.

But then he met that hottie Kuchiki Rukia. Since meeting her, my hang out time with Ichigo has dwindled to shit. All of a sudden, he was rushing off to go with her places and leaving me with that whiny Mizuiru to hang out with. Even then, he chases after the older women. How is it that I’ve been left behind?

And then for some reason, he had to invite that tight ass Ishida to lunch that one day.

My world came crashing down.

It wasn’t fair, just not FAIR. I was his friend first. How is it that he can blow me off every time we talk? We’ve been friends since we were three. We’re buds, pals. But that prick took it away. Twelve years of maintaining this friendship and Ichigo passes me coldly to hang out with Rukia and Ishida.

At first I thought they were in some sort of threesome by the way they all ran off together, but then that fateful day two months ago...

Ichigo grabbed Ishida and kissed him in front of the class. KISSED HIM! Actually, kissing would be an understatement. It was more like trying to eat him from the inside out. I was shocked that I lost control of my emotions and screamed and cried like the girl I really am. I felt like I just lost my best friend.

The second time I witnessed a devouring of souls, also known as kissing for Ichigo and Ishida, I took out my teacher; I won’t complain though. Her boobs were nice and fluffy, so warm. Heaven on my back, if I may. She gave me detention for rubbing my head across them while we were piled on each other. Damn, was she pissed!

Now the most recent encounter with the Ishigo (my new nickname for them), I was walking up the stairs minding my own business when I heard a low scream. I figure someone fell down the stairs or something, but no. No no no no NO! I just had to continue going up the stairs.

And then Ishida says, “Good job Strawberry, you got me hard again.”

I. Didn’t. Need. To. Fucking. Hear THAT!

I didn’t want to know that they were fucking or that they had just got done fucking. So to drown out that train of thought about fucking, I screamed and ran. I seem to be doing that a lot recently. I ran like fucking Forrest Gump to the bathroom. It had, due to recent events, become my sanctuary; I felt safe. I took the couple of minutes before lunch to recollect myself.

I walked out into the noon light and quested on the same path as before; I’m going to say that running in the hallway is against the rules, but I was hungry. I couldn’t wait to get to my homemade curry in my locker.

That’s when it happened...on the same stairs.

I was running past a very flushed Ishigo when I slipped. That’s nothing out of the norm because I’ll be the first to say that I’m clumsy, but that wasn’t the case. It was what I slipped on.

When I slipped and pitched forward, I tried to look down at my feet to see what I had slipped on. It seemed to be a glue-like substance, white...then I don’t know what else I thought about the substance because I just broke my jaw on the stairs. Then the rest of my body fell. Into the substance.

And what does my former best friend and his girly-boyfriend do? They step over me, chuckling. And why were they chuckling? Because apparently Ishida couldn’t find his man juice after they got done. So once again I was another butt of a joke between them.

After that incident and after I had surgery on my broken jaw, I decided that to be closer to Ichigo, I needed to accept his relationship with another guy, even if it’s that queen Ishida.

So today, I decide that it was the day to tell them that I accept their relationship. After school I walk back to homeroom after going to the bathroom and my locker, and I find the two lovebirds talking near the chalkboard. Ishida is holding a stack of papers, probably alphabetizing them, that OCD bastard. As I’m about to speak up, I hear a sharp yelp and look to find Ichigo leaning in close to Ishida, his hands rubbing on his ass. I’m sure Mr. Priss isn’t expecting it because he drops his perfect stack of papers.

I’d be lying if I said I was appalled, but in all actuality, and after I hid myself, I thought it was pretty hot. Just they way they sway and roll together, very sexy.

I can’t take my eyes off their movements. Ishida places his hands on the teacher’s desktop, palms flat as Ichigo untucks his shirt and runs his hands up the other’s torso. Ishida’s mouth opens as he pants and flushes from whatever Ichigo is doing behind him.

Damn, he looks like a wanton whore waiting to be fucked senseless.

Holy shit, he just moaned. I think he said Ichigo’s name, but it was so drawn out I couldn’t tell. Ah there’s the reason he moaned; Ichigo just shoved his hand down the pants of his boyfriend.

I really shouldn’t be watching this. I mean, I’m not gay. I don’t like cock or other males like that. But this display is...(kisses finger tips)...PERFECT! I wonder how Ishida feels, knowing he has probably the hottest, toughest, straightest-acting guy in school, fucking him on a regular basis.

I SWEAR ON MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER’S DEAD CAT’S GRAVE THAT THAT IS THE FUCKING HUGEST DICK I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. It makes mine look like a pinkie finger. Damn, I feel so inadequate. Ishida Uryuu has the largest dick known to man. I swear it like the size of his arm! I don’t know how he hides it in the gym shorts we wear; it’s gotta rest against his thigh regularly or use a sling to keep it from slapping around.

I’m almost positive that they are going to fuck on the teacher’s desk, and it’s almost depressing. I won’t be able to pay attention in class because I’ll be thinking about the time Ichigo and Ishida fucked on the desk. Actually I won’t be able to talk to either of them without thinking, ‘Ishida has a monster cock and Ichigo sucked and fucked him.’ I’ll never be able to stand and read ever again because I’ll just have a constant boner. Damn it!

I was so lost in my thoughts I haven’t been paying attention to show in front of me. Ichigo just unzipped his pants and pulled out his slightly-smaller-than-Ishida’s-but-still-ridiculously-large erection. He rubs it on his boyfriend’s soft-looking ass, causing them both to groan. I want to groan but I might be killed by them if I’m caught.

Ichigo runs his hand forward through Ishida’s hair, mussing it severely. It’s kind of cute. I’ve never seen anything out of place on the OCD freak and here he is moaning and rubbing against my best friend with messed up hair. How I envy them!

They seem to be talking about something, but their voices are so low, I can’t hear them. But I get the gist of the conversation when handicraft man whips out a tube of lube. Slathering it on himself and on Ishida, Ichigo pushes into the skinnier man. It looks painful, but from the whorish moaning coming from Ishida, I doubt it hardly that painful.

Now that I think about it, I remember in sex ed in elementary school that us guys have a gland in the anal canal called the prostate. I heard it feels really good if you rub it; I just don’t want to shove anything up my ass for any reason to find out about the magical g-spot on me. But looking at how happy he looks, I might have to try it out or something because really, my right hand gets extremely tired after about ten minutes. I could use an extra stimulant.

Ichigo is freakishly graceful and talented when it comes to fucking. Somehow, his hips and the rest of his body are completely disjointed. There is no connection. Why do I say this? Because when he thrusts, only his hips move. It almost reminds of a belly dancer; only waving around her hips while the rest of her is stock still.

It looks like a great ride though, with Ichigo leaning over Ishida, lacing their fingers together on the desk and Ishida trying to grip onto something but only managing to put nail scrapes into the desk. The teacher will have a field day trying to figure out how and why those are there.

There’s something supernatural about how fast Ichigo’s thrusting into Ishida; I can hardly see him move. I only see flashes of skin ever so often, but he’s moving too fast. Ishida can’t even push back anymore, he’s going so fast. He does reach a hand behind him to pull my orange-haired friend closer.

Standing up straighter, Ishida stands up just a little straighter and turns his head at an impossible angle and kisses my friend. Halfway during the kiss he breaks away, breathlessly crying out Ichigo’s name as the infamous white substance or man juice or whatever you want to call it, flies onto the desk. Ichigo pulls Ishida to him with one last hard thrust and let’s go with a prolonged groan. Then they collapse together on the desk, still together, but satiated.

I shit you not; Ichigo is a cuddler if I’ve ever seen one. He kisses Ishida softly on the cheek as he pulls out. I didn’t think he was one to hug or anything, but the way they look right now, Ishida has officially become the skinniest teddy bear.

I decide to give them a moment of privacy since I stayed through what really counts, and turn to leave. Upon turning around, I’m face-to-face with a tall man in green traditional clothing and a green and white fishing hat. He has this pretty cool cane that he doesn’t use which is a bit weird. He stares at me with this bog goofy grin on his face, showing off pearly whites.

And he says as he walks away, “Don’t let them find you or they’ll chain you up and leave you for complete humiliation. Ja ne!”

What is that suppose mean? But before I could call out, the classroom door opens and I come face-to-face with the new image of my wet dreams, and I scream. I scream like a little girl.

He just stands there with that calculating look on his face with the pansy girly-boy hanging on his arm. “Wha--?”

“Ichigo, do you think he, you know, saw?” That seamstress bastard asks my friend, who only raises a suspicious eyebrow.

“Well, why else would he scream?”

Looking at each other, they offer each other a scheming smile. Slowly, they turn that Evil Grin of Doom upon me and I nearly shit myself. I know only one thing:

I’m not going to survive the day!

And they descend upon me with hand cuffs and a camera in hand.


A/N: Urahara is like a phantom in this. He was watching behind Keigo, Keigo just didn’t notice. Remember back in Chapter 2? Anyways, I had fun writing this chapter, but it was difficult. Writing someone who doesn’t have much of a character is really kind of hard. The next chapter will for sure have Byakuya and Renji in it. I’ve been working on how to bring them in for a while, but now I’ve figured it out. Then the chapter after that, the last chapter (unless I get more ideas), will have Isshin in it.

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews too! I’m excited so many people like this un-story :)