The Playtime Mini-Series - COMPLETE!

Title: Captured
Authors: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko
Pairing: Kon/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.) Three-some folks!
Authors’ Note: This is a fifth and second to last 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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Captured
By: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko


The dust settled slowly to reveal only two figures still standing. The third...had vanished, sent to hell by the giant blade the figure in black now used as a rest as he knelt. Bloody and sore, the orange haired Shinigami slowly rose to his feet and sheathed his massive Zanbakuto, Zangetsu. The old, abandon buildings around them - useless, empty-shelled leftovers from Japan\'s industrial age - were luckily already ordered to be demolished, for Ichigo had been put through many of them, multiple walls at a time, that night. It was summer and he was glad he didn\'t have school. A flash of white out of the corner of his eye and he turned to face his partner...and lover.

Ishida slowly approached him as his bow shrank and disappeared in a flash of bright blue, wiping blood from his forehead with an even bloodier hand, leaving a thick red smear. Tonight had been just one Hollow after another for hours on end without a break, until now. And Ishida definitely needed a break to rest. \"You okay?\"

\"Yeah. I\'m fine.\" Ichigo\'s voice was soft with weariness and, as Ishida got even closer, tenderness. \"You?\"

\"I\'ve been worse. Want to call it a night?\" It was long past midnight and neither of them was really in any shape to continue without a few hours\' rest. Fortunately, Kon was covering for Ichigo tonight. \"My place? It\'s closer.\"

\"Yeah...just remember not to talk to me if we run into a late night crowd. Got it?\" Ichigo started for Ishida\'s apartment, walking slowly. He was pretty stiff and very sore...but thankful that Ishida was mostly unharmed. He was a heavy-hitter. Ishida was a long-range fighter. The difference...was immense when it came to Hollows in large numbers. There had been a few times that night that Ichigo had felt his heart coldly choke him when a Hollow got a little too close to his lover for comfort.

\"Why not? Everybody thinks I\'m insane already anyway.\" Falling in step beside the Shinigami, Ishida curled his fingers to stem the blood flow. \"You ever have one of those nights where you wonder why we keep doing this?\" he asked out of the blue a few blocks later.

\"Doing what?\" If Ichigo sounded apprehensive, he was.

Ishida held up a bloody hand. \"This. Fighting Hollows night after night. There never seem to be any fewer than when we started... and sometimes I wonder, is it really worth it? I mean, yes, we are protecting hundreds of people by doing so, and I don\'t care about any reward except satisfaction for doing a good job, but...\"

Relieved, Ichigo answered honestly and simply, \"No,\" as they turned onto Ishida\'s street. \"I made this choice. If I don\'t, then who will? Those lame ass guys?\"

The Archer snorted in amusement, knowing Ichigo meant other Death Gods. \"Point.\"

They were at Ishida\'s door now, a very meaningful place, and Ichigo felt his fingers begin to itch in that...familiar way. He needed to touch the Quincy, to know that he was really there and really whole. \"Uryuu...\" he whispered once they were through the door and Ishida had locked it. He reached for the more slender body he now faced.

Opening his arms to his lover, Ishida let himself be pulled close for a slow, reassuring kiss. They\'d survived another night of battles. \"Let\'s go get cleaned up,\" the brunet whispered when they broke apart. \"I want to clean these cuts before they get infected.\"

\"Ha~,\" Ichigo agreed and pulled Ishida to the bathroom where he helped Ishida out of his coat and undershirts. Hands used to cleaning and bandaging made short work of mending the Archer\'s wounds and Ichigo cleaned up as well, letting his Haori and Gi fall from his shoulders and wiping away his blood. Nude the waist, he leaned Zangetsu against the bathroom wall and turned back to Ishida, brown eyes warm and concerned despite the almost ever-present scowl on his features.

\"Take off your pants,\" the Archer softly ordered, eyeing a long gash on Ichigo\'s leg. Once the garment was out of the way, Ishida knelt to clean and bandage the wound with quick, efficient movements despite his bandaged fingers. Done, he sighed and rested his forehead against Ichigo\'s thigh, focusing all his attention on his lover\'s strong, vibrant spirit force. ‘Too many close calls tonight. Way too many.’

Ichigo gently smiled, his brow easing and his eyes warming. He ran gentle fingers through silky black hair and watched in rapt fixation as the coal-colored strands slipped through his fingers. He didn’t need to say, “I’m glad you’re ok.” It was there in the quietude that surrounded them like a warm blanket.

Warm lips pressed a soft kiss just above the bandage and Ishida stood up, hopeful black eyes meeting brown. He wanted Ichigo to stay tonight, to wait until morning to reclaim his body from Kon.

The question in Ishida’s black eyes didn’t go unnoticed and Ichigo pulled him close, holding him in a silent ‘yes.’ Kon would probably enjoy being in a real body until morning anyway, so Ichigo didn’t think it would be a problem if he didn’t return home until then. Leaning back a little, he smirked at Ishida and then headed to the bedroom with the Archer in tow.

He knew that smirk. Returning it easily, Ishida gladly followed, impatient for what he knew was coming. Long, lean arms wrapped around Ichigo’s neck and pulled him into a smoldering kiss once they were in the bedroom. They fell onto the bed in a tangled heap, hands roaming while tongues battled for control and moans filled the air.

Unfortunately for him, Ichigo landed on the bottom from the tumble. He almost instantly began the battle to regain the top, but Ishida was playing a little dirtier than usual tonight, forcefully holding him in place as he ravished Ichigo’s neck. The orange haired Death God squirmed and moaned in a soft, deep voice as Ishida’s body rubbed against his own in many places. The thought he would probably lose the battle tonight was slowly beginning to bother him less and less.

Ishida wanted to win, but he didn’t want Ichigo to just give in. That took all the fun out of it. “What’s the matter, Kurosaki?” he purred in taunting as he attacked the Shinigami’s chest with hungry hands and teeth. “Giving up already?”

“Like hell.” With a low growl at the taunt, Ichigo arched beneath the Quincy’s body and tried to tip Ishida off, but Ishida was like a burr and barely lost even an ounce of his balance. A deeper growl rumbled through him and he tried to twist, but Ishida once again pinned him to the bed.

The Archer was about to verbally prod his lover again when he suddenly sensed two more spirit forces in the apartment and his bedroom door opened. Black eyes got huge when he saw who was there.

“Hey, Ichigo, you in–” Whatever else Kon was going to say was lost as his mouth went slack and his eyes widened in shock. When Rukia had sent him to the back of the apartment to look for Ichigo, he hadn’t been expecting to see- to see- _this_!! Ichigo and Ishida talking, sure. Them cleaning each other up from their fights, okay. Quietly sleeping next to each other even! Not- not- in the middle of foreplay!

An identical look of shock graced Ichigo’s face as he looked past Ishida’s shoulder to stare at Kon who was staring at them. Mortified, Ichigo’s expression immediately turned into a scowl and he snapped, “What the hell are you doing here?!”

Ishida stared at Kon for a little longer. His stare turned thoughtful as he turned it towards Ichigo, then back at Kon again. ‘What if...?’ A very wicked idea bloomed in his mind and the corner of his mouth turned up in an evil smirk. Now all he had to do was to get Ichigo and Kon to agree.

“I- I- Nee-san sent me to get you!” Kon squeaked, backing up a step. His eyes darted towards the hallway, expecting Rukia to enter at any moment. Where was she?!

Ichigo did not like the way that Ishida was looking between them, but he held his peace and addressed Kon instead, growling, “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking!? What the hell is the matter with you?!”

He’d say almost anything to keep the conversation away from uncomfortable questions right then.

“How was I supposed to know I’d find you two about to screw each other?! Since when-”

“Care to join us?” Ishida cut in, using the stunned silence to get a better grip on Ichigo so he couldn’t escape or turn the tables. If Kon said yes, this would be a very good opportunity for both him and Ichigo to win – and for Ishida to get two Ichigos at the same time. No way in Hell was he turning away a chance like that!

“Wha-WHAT?!” Ichigo and Kon said in absolute unison, but it was Ichigo who continued, ranting, “Who the hell do you think you are just making decisions like that on your own!? I don’t remember agreeing to this!?”

“So agree now,” Ishida countered.

“Uhm, don’t I –”

“What the hell?! Ishida, that’s just -” Words seemed to fail. What was wrong with the situation, really? It was Kon, who was as human as he, and Ishida. He just…didn’t want to share. Turning his face away Ichigo grumbled, “No way I’m letting that pest touch you…”

“Hey! I am not a–”

“And why not? I asked him to join us, not me.” Eyes hooded wickedly, Ishida leaned down to nibble on Ichigo’s earlobe. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. Just picture it,” he purred.

Ichigo couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that slipped from between his lips at the combination of said image and Ishida’s teeth on his sensitive earlobe. There was a very quiet pause afterward, followed by a soft, “Fine. Kon, get your ass over here.”

“Ex-CUSE me! Don’t I have any say in this?!” Kon protested, taking a few steps into the room, arm raised as if to hit them for their stupidity, but he just couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. Would… joining them really be that bad? The Mod Soul had never looked at other men that way, but… It certainly didn’t help that Ishida was giving him a very smug look.

“Listen, idiot. You have two choices: get over here or get out. Pick one and do it now before I come over there and kick you out.” As if to make good on his threat, Ichigo – muscles no longer jellified by Ishida’s play – shoved the Quincy Archer off of him and sat up.

“I’d like to see you try to kick me out, bastard!” Kon snapped back, glaring at the Shinigami. “I have just as much a right to be here as you!”

Ichigo was on his feet and across the room in seconds. Kon didn’t even see him coming as he pinned the Mod Soul against the wall beside the door and glared into his own eyes, nose to nose. Kon’s eyes were wide with surprise as Ichigo stared hard for a second longer and they widened even further as Ichigo’s lips took Kon’s in a firm, aggressive kiss.

The Quincy sat straight up and pushed his glasses up his nose to better his vision, gleefully eyeing the orange-haired pair. This was a fantasy come true, seeing Ichigo kiss… well, not Kon, but himself, and that’s what this was… in a way. Ah, who cares, it was Ichigo kissing his physical twin and that’s all Ishida cared about. Seeing the Shinigami in nothing but a traditional Japanese men’s loincloth from behind definitely didn’t hurt either. If Ishida hadn’t been hard before, he definitely was now.

Recovering from his shock, Kon roughly shoved Ichigo away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “What the hell-?!”

“What’s it gonna be? In or out. Now,” Ichigo demanded, having let Kon push him a few steps backwards. That…hadn’t been all that bad…

“I-I-I-” Kon’s gaze drifted from Ichigo to Ishida and his face went beat red as his eyes went impossibly wide. The Archer had stripped off his pants and underwear and was sitting with his back against the wall, legs apart and pulled up to his chest, presenting a very interesting view of… everything.

“We’re getting impatient, Kon,” Ishida warned, tilting his head back to reveal his bruise-littered neck. Even if the Mod Soul decided not to join them, the Quincy could definitely lure Ichigo back to the bed for another dominance battle. At the very least, Ishida had that very nice image tucked away in his mind for later ‘exploration.’

Ichigo looked over his shoulder and felt his arousal harden still more at the sight Ishida presented. His gaze lingered for a moment and then turned back to Kon, piercing and hard.

“Now,” he impatiently insisted again and took a step towards the Mod Soul, but whether it was to threaten him into jumping at them or to chase him off was anyone’s guess.

Kon gulped and looked at Ichigo again. Confusion had taken over. Any other time, he would have immediately refused to join in sex with another male - let alone two males - but here he was, being stared down by his comrades and feeling strangely aroused. It had started with the surprise kiss from Ichigo, and grown at the sight of Ishida looking so wanton and needy of sex. Would it really be so bad to try it just this one time? \'You only live once...\' Swallowing thickly, Kon nodded. \"Fine.\"

The death glare instantly eased and Ichigo took a step back. \"Get over here, then, idiot,\" he stated, but there was less bite to the words than before. The Death God turned and headed straight for the bed, stopping beside it.

\"Come here,\" he ordered Ishida and reached out, pulling the Quincy to his feet. \"How are we doing this?\" he murmured into Ishida\'s ear as he caught the slender body against his own. He cast the timid Kon a look as the Mod Soul came up beside them. There was a moment\'s pause and then the Shinigami reached out and caught Kon\'s wrist, pulling him into the intimate space.

\"Just go with the flow. We\'ll figure it out.\" Ishida wrapped an arm around each of the redheads\' waists and pulled them closer. This was going to be wonderful. Trembling from intense arousal, he pressed a coaxing kiss to Kon\'s lips, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of Kon\'s mouth in request for him to open up. At the same time Ishida tilted his head to the side, baring his neck and shoulder to Ichigo as his hand slipped into the Shinigami\'s loincloth to grasp one hard buttcheek.

A tremor passed down Kon\'s spine and he hesitated with the strange new sensation, but when Ishida\'s tongue gently persisted, he cautiously parted his lips for the invasion. His eyes slid shut and he reached for Ishida with one hand and Ichigo with the other. That tremor was becoming an excited tremble, fast.

Meanwhile, strong white teeth found Ishida\'s neck and Ichigo moaned against soft, petal pale skin as two hands met with the bare skin of his backside. Ishida\'s hand on his ass was perfect and Kon\'s timid touch to middle of his back aroused him in a whole new way. In return, Ichigo slipped a hand across the small of Kon\'s back and down the back of his pants to grasp the buttcheek farthest away and gave it a squeeze. This was...getting better by the minute.

Moaning in concert with Kon as Ichigo teased them both, Ishida guided Kon\'s tongue in the slow, patient kiss until they were both breathless. The Archer was thrilled by the way that, even in Ichigo\'s body, Kon still somehow had his own flavor. The difference was small, subtle, faint, yet still there and easily detectable by the detail-obsessed Quincy. One long-fingered hand tugged at the back of Kon\'s shirt.

\"Off,\" Ishida ordered against soft, familiar-yet-not lips. \"All of it.\"

The Mod Soul nodded and stepped out of the circle just far enough to strip without elbowing or kicking anyone. Clothes flew off in all directions and Kon joined them again, tentatively kissing Ichigo\'s pulse as he embraced their shoulders.

Approving of Kon\'s actions, Ishida joined in playing with Ichigo\'s neck by nibbling on the base of Ichigo\'s jaw.

Ichigo let his eyes drift shut as he tipped his head back and wrapped an arm around each of them. The feeling of two eager mouths on his throat made him moan, the sound reverberating in his throat and chest with deep pleasure. Wasn’t it supposed to be every man’s dream to have two lovers at once? Granted, it was normally a heterosexual situation, but, hey! To each his own, right? Ichigo thought so very strongly.

Encouraged by the Shinigami\'s moan and the Archer\'s hand stroking the small of his back, Kon kissed the corner of Ichigo\'s mouth, tongue darting out in askance. He wanted to kiss Ichigo again, and properly this time.

Kon’s tongue was immediately met with a welcoming caress from Ichigo’s own, drawing both slick muscles back behind Ichigo’s teeth. But the Death God only gave the Mod Soul a few seconds to explore his mouth before he turned the dominance of the kiss over to himself by tightening his arm around Kon’s body and pressing forward, pushing his tongue into Kon’s mouth. Ishida’s lips and teeth on his neck were a constant reminder that he was breaking quite a few of those unwritten rules of propriety and that sent a little thrill down his spine.

Overwhelmed by Ichigo\'s aggression and experience, Kon gave up control of the kiss - for now - and decided to just enjoy it. The feel of Ichigo devouring his mouth made his knees go weak and he clutched the lovers to stay on his feet. His daydreams of doing things like this with a woman paled in comparison to the reality of being passionately kissed by a male, something he\'d always thought of as forbidden. He trembled at the delicious sinfulness of it all.

Panting, Ishida pulled back and almost came right then at the sight of Ichigo passionately kissing his double. A loud groan shaking his chest, the Archer fell to his knees and grabbed two hard asses as he leaned forward to lick and kiss at twin weeping erections, alternating between the two redheads.

Two hands dropped to tangle and lace fingers in Ishida’s hair as Ichigo and Kon trembled and moaned together. They broke the kiss, panting heavily and Kon threw his head back slightly, shutting his eyes in bliss. Things were escalating very quickly and there was so much more to experience. It was Ichigo that pulled his hand from Ishida’s hair and Kon’s fingers and caught Ishida’s chin.

“Wait,” he hoarsely demanded and then caressed the Quincy’s cheek. “Not too fast,” he added, his voice turning a little soothing.

\"No,\" Ishida agreed, kissing Ichigo\'s palm as smoldering black eyes gazed up at him.

\"Bed?\" Kon gasped, itching to feel that level of pleasure again and beyond. What would it feel like to actually have one of their mouths swallowing him?

\"Make yourself comfortable, Kon,\" Ichigo absently stated with his eyes still locked on Ishida\'s as he pulled the Quincy to his feet and kissed him zealously. Tan hands roamed down to cradle Ishida\'s ass, a cheek in each hand, and Ichigo pulled him snug to his body, fitting them tightly together. However, he broke the kiss after only a few moments and asked, \"Lube still where I left it? Stop staring and get on the bed, Kon.\"

\"Yes.\" Ishida yanked Ichigo close for another kiss before following Kon to the bed. \"I have an idea,\" he purred and pushed the Mod Soul onto his back, straddling Kon\'s hips as he leaned down to tug on Kon\'s earlobe with his teeth. \"Suck me while I suck you?\"

Kon shuddered, gasping sharply at both the teeth on his ear and the words that came from those pretty, pale lips. “Y-yesss,” he hissed as he felt Ishida’s hand caress his hip ever-so-lightly.

It was Ichigo’s turn to stare. Ishida’s bold words and Kon’s virginal reaction to the slightest of caresses wound him up further in heightened arousal. He watched in silence, licking his lips as the two on the bed situated themselves.

\"Good.\" The Archer swiped his tongue along the crease of Kon\'s lips before turning around and settling on his hands and knees, presenting the Mod Soul with his dripping, needy erection as he faced Kon\'s. One set of talented fingers cupped and stroked Kon\'s balls as Ishida lapped up the precum thickly coating the head of Kon\'s arousal.

Ichigo drew in a sharp breath of his own as he watched Ishida brazenly begin to toy with…what was basically Ichigo’s arousal. Sure it was Kon inside, but that was his body. He felt his legs grow a little weak and he moaned, the sound low and needy, as he watched “himself” tentatively grasp Ishida’s erection and experimentally lick the tip.

Salty. Bitter. Kon tried the dripping liquid again and found that he could get used to it easily. It was probably because the tastebuds of this tongue were used to the flavor already. Still, he reasoned as he spread his legs and arched his back beneath the onslaught of Ishida’s talented tongue, he couldn’t say he found it displeasing.

A soft moan to the side drew his gaze to his peripheral vision and Kon groaned in response at the sight of Ichigo staring at them like a starving man would stare at a Thanksgiving Feast. Feeling honestly naughty, Kon kept his eyes on Ichigo and opened his mouth wide. His tongue slipped out and laved the head of Ishida’s arousal as he mimicked the Archer’s other hand, reaching up to fondle Ishida’s balls.

That stare was almost challenging and Ichigo tore his gaze from the fascinating sight so that he could retrieve the lubricant from Ishida’s desk drawer on the other side of the room. Damn the neat freak for not allowing Ichigo to tuck it under a pillow or the bed!

Even as his eyes fluttered closed in blissful pleasure at Kon\'s sweet, inexperienced caresses, Ishida wasn\'t satisfied. He could have more. He wanted more. Hearing his desk drawer open, he glanced to the side and watched Ichigo approach the bed. Feeling evil, the Archer sucked on the head of Kon\'s erection as he wriggled his ass for Ichigo and spread his legs. Every movement he made screamed, \'What are you waiting for? Come and get it!\'

Ichigo wasted no time in settling behind Ishida on the mattress. One hand reached out to caress a pale flank before he snapped the lid open on the lubricant. The Death God took a moment watch the show from the new angle while smearing a healthy amount of gel on his throbbing erection, coating himself thoroughly. When he was finished, he applied a little more to the pointer and middle fingers of the same, slick hand and rose from sitting on his ankles to “standing” on his knees. Setting the tube aside, he laid his clean hand against Ishida’s ass and leaned forward, holding his lubricated hand to the side as he ran his tongue up Ishida’s cleft.

Ishida groaned around the organ in his mouth and took more of it past his lips as his hand tightened on Kon\'s balls. Spreading his legs wider, he simultaneously thrust down and back, demanding more from both his partners. Sweat beaded on his burning skin, running down his body to drip on Kon or the bed.

Kon immediately attempted to take more of Ishida’s arousal into his mouth. He was almost mindless after the groan from Ishida’s throat had sent pleasurable vibrations down his pulsing member. It was the least he could try to return the favor.

Meanwhile, Ichigo spread Ishida’s asscheeks wide, using the back of his slickened hand and the palm of his dry one, and then leaned in again. This time he teasingly ran the tip of his tongue around Ishida’s entrance. The puckered hole fluttered beneath his touch and Ichigo pressed the tip in the very center as he spread Ishida’s cheeks a little further apart.

Moaning loudly as Ichigo\'s hot, slick tongue tasted him and Kon\'s hot mouth surrounded him, Ishida trembled with such intense pleasure it was almost painful to keep himself from cumming right then. Determined not to be the first to cum, he deepthroated Kon and sucked as hard as he could, tongue dancing along the thick vein lining the underside, while pressing on that sensitive strip of skin just behind Kon\'s balls.

Everything was overwhelming, exciting, painfully good, but it was the stimulation of some sweet spot deep inside of him that brought Kon’s body off the bed, shoving his erection further into Ishida’s tight, moist mouth. He moaned around the Archer’s heavy erection and whimpered when the tidal wave of stimulated hormones began to ease back to their low peak from before Ishida’s tormenting finger.

Hazy, glazed brown eyes opened and focused with some difficulty on Ichigo. The Shinigami\'s full, weeping arousal hung just inside Kon\'s field of vision, neglected and begging for attention. Kon unclenched his free hand from the sheets and reached above his head, brushing the back of his hand against Ichigo\'s erection and following it down to the Shinigami\'s sacs, rolling them between his fingers.

The sudden attention to his aching balls and currently deprived erection drew a low, longing moan from the deepest depth of his chest and he pulled away from Ishida’s entrance to pant and groan for a second as the sensations racked his body mercilessly. His dry fingers tightened on Ishida’s pale cheek while the wetted hand slipped away to pump himself slowly, matching the rhythm of Kon’s fingers on his sacs.

“Kon…”

Eyes shut tight in bliss opened at the loss of that wonderful tongue as it left Ishida\'s entrance. Growling around the thick length in his mouth, the Quincy kicked Ichigo\'s leg demandingly. If Ichigo wasn\'t going to rim him anymore, he could at least penetrate him already! Every inch of Ishida\'s body ached with the desire to be claimed, to be pleasurably tortured until his mind ceased to function.

The kick brought him back from the edge orgasm. Unbeknownst to Ishida, he’d just prevented Ichigo from being the first of the three of them to go over that precipice. Forcing his fingers to uncurl from his length, Ichigo reached down and caught Kon’s hand, effectively smearing every digit with the slick gel he’d intended to use to stretch Ishida. Oh, well. There was plenty more.

Without a word, Ichigo grabbed the bottle of lube – unfortunately, he had to release the Quincy’s ass to do so, but he was then able to delight in sight of red finger marks that would certainly be bruises later – and squeezed more on his fingers. This time, he went right for the goal and pushed two fingers into Ishida’s body without hesitation. He wanted in. Now.

Gasping, Ishida willed his body to relax and accept the invasion, which it readily did. His body knew what was on the way and shook in anticipation. He gasped again as a slick hand - \'Kon...\' - glided along the inside of his thigh. A low blissful growl rumbled in his chest and he swallowed Kon until his nose was buried in musky orange curls, flexing his throat around the swollen head as he pressed that strip of skin again.

Ichigo couldn\'t help but think that the moan that flew from Kon\'s throat after Ishida\'s stirring growl sounded more pained than pleasured…but that just meant that he was experiencing just how good Ishida Uryuu was at giving head. Deciding that Ishida was stretched enough, Ichigo withdrew his fingers and spread Ishida\'s asscheeks again with both hands. He came closer, lifted his position a little and pressed the dripping, lube-coated head of his arousal to Ishida\'s entrance. That was the Archer\'s only warning. Ichigo plunged forward without remorse and seated himself fully in one hard thrust. His toes curled and his back arched, orange head falling back as Ishida was forced to leave off of Kon\'s erection to breath around the pressure of the invasion.

Kon whimpered as he was released from that amazing mouth, then moaned as Ishida\'s hot gasps bathed his groin. Trembling, he hungrily sucked on Ishida\'s length and held the Quincy\'s hips in a tight grip, holding him still for Ichigo.

It was almost too much, and the Shinigami hadn\'t even begun to move yet. Sweat ran down Ishida\'s face, glasses almost falling off his nose, and he shook like a leaf in a storm at the feel of being filled and surrounded at the same time. \"Ichi-go...\" he gasped, resting his forehead on Kon\'s hip. So close. He was so close to glorious oblivion.

\"Ishida...Don\'t forget...this was your idea,\" Ichigo reminded the Archer when he began to move. He pulled out a little and rocked back in, leaning forward so he could nip at the Quincy\'s shoulder. \"Kon...\" he added, making the name a moan so that Ishida would pick up the hint to go back to what he\'d been doing to the Mod Soul and so that Kon could hear his name and feel as much a part of the mating as Ichigo and Ishida did.

Able to take a hint, Ishida took all of Kon\'s erection into his mouth again and went to town, sucking and licking and swallowing and carefully nipping at the engorged flesh. One hand played with Kon\'s balls, stroking and squeezing and pulling as a finger pressed that strip of skin in time with Ichigo\'s thrusts. Ishida didn\'t bother to try and be quiet, filling the air with muffled moans and whimpers and needy sobs as the Shinigami claimed him.

Feeling every single sound the Archer made, Kon writhed beneath him and mimicked Ishida\'s attentions to his erection as best he could on the arousal hanging above him. Reaching above his head, the Mod Soul brushed his slick hand against Ichigo\'s balls and the spot behind them. His whole body sang with unbelievable pleasure and he flew towards the edge, the fall both much too close and unbearably far away at the same time.

The visual, the audio, the sensations coursing over his skin and through his body…Kurosaki Ichigo was losing his grip on reality, strange though the reality he lived in was. He wasn’t sure if it was the sudden tightening of Ishida’s body as he plunged towards orgasm or the fact that Kon grew bold enough to slip a long middle finger deep inside his body, brushing his prostate, that set him off, but he came fast and he came hard, hands tightening on Ishida’s waist as his teeth took a firm hold of the Archer’s shoulder.

A loud cry of pure ecstasy leapt out of Ishida\'s throat as he came, head snapping back - and glasses flying off and onto the floor - as his spine arched and he spilled his hot seed into Kon\'s waiting mouth. Trembling like a leaf in a storm, it took all the energy he had left to stay on his elbows and knees until the Mod Soul released him so he could fall onto his side, taking Ichigo with him. Mind completely blown to bits, the Quincy just lay there and gasped, heart pounding in his ears.

Seconds ticked by before Ichigo moved. Slowly, he pulled himself from Ishida\'s body and sat up to cast calm, satiated brown eyes on Kon...on his own body. Kon lay there panting, looking a bit dazed, but that had to be because he was still painfully hard. Ichigo looked back to Ishida, completely missing the look Kon cast their way.

It was over now. With Ichigo and Ishida\'s lust sated, Kon would be forced from this body feeling bereft and needy. The arousal wouldn\'t leave his soul even if his soul left Ichigo\'s body. He could see it now, being set on the bedside table in his pill form while Ishida gave Ichigo a second astounding orgasm. Kon didn\'t want to be told. He\'d make the decision himself before they could rob him of...everything. He sat up and felt like he could cry.

\"Where do you think you\'re going?\" a rough voice purred at him as a long-fingered hand settled high on his leg. Ishida and Ichigo weren\'t done with Kon yet.

Kon started at the touch this his thigh and the sinful voice, but it was a bigger gasp of surprise when Ichigo\'s arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind and pulled him back against a solid chest. Kon found himself held between smooth, sweaty thighs and the feeling of lips ghosted over his skin.

\"Don\'t think you\'re going to get away with seeing our faces like that and we won\'t get to see yours,\" Ichigo taunted and reached over Kon\'s shoulder to grasp his chin and turn his head so he could be thoroughly kissed. When Ichigo pulled away, Ishida was already pumping Kon\'s stiff member and watching them with intense black eyes.

\"Lie back, Kon,\" Ichigo suggested in a low murmur and loosened his hold while scooting back so that Kon could slip away and do so.

\"What? You didn\'t think we\'re cruel enough to leave you like this,\" Ishida roughly tugged the Mod Soul\'s straining length and smirked at him, \"did you?\" He chuckled when all he got in answer was a high, needy whine and tongued Kon\'s weeping slit.

Gasping, Kon let his shaky arms collapse from under him and clutched at the sheets, his limbs spasming and his head tossing on the rumpled sheets. \"M-more...\" he begged.

Ichigo shifted and turned, settling so that he was on Kon’s right side. Ishida was on his left, closest to the wall, and doing a damn fine job of swallowing Kon whole repeatedly. It was hot to watch and there was no other way to put it, so Ichigo stared for a few seconds before turning his attention back to Kon face.

‘Is that…what I look like when Ishida’s doing that to me?’ The thought came out of no where, but it wasn’t hard to answer. He probably did look a lot like that considering it was his face, but that was Kon’s expression, needy and wanton and very open and vulnerable. Ichigo had a feeling that if it had been him in that body right then, his brow would have been puckered more and he’d have been growling more than really whining. It didn’t matter, though, he told himself and planted a hand to either side of Kon’s body, leaning down and licking a nipple. He sucked at it, nipped it and then did the same to the other before trailing teasing nips and kisses up to Kon’s neck. There would be hickeys, come morning, but Ichigo didn’t care. A part of him actually regretted that he’d be the one to bear them by then and not Kon. Kon was the one earning them after all.

At first it had been a surprise to discover he’d been entirely wrong, that they’d just needed a second to recollect themselves. Now, it was just heaven and bliss, and Kon couldn’t think of a better way to spend the rest of his time in Ichigo’s body. Moaning from the heady sensations Ishida was giving him, Kon buried one set of long fingers in raven-colored locks while his other hand raked blunt nails down the Shinigami’s back. Ichigo groaned a little at the action and gave a particularly hard suck to his pulse. And then the Death God’s mouth was on his, hot and demanding and Kon lost complete control, bucking into Ishida’s mouth and writhing beneath the pair’s onslaught.

Throat relaxed so he wouldn\'t gag, Ishida hummed around Kon\'s length as one hand played with his balls and the other groped blindly for the lube. In seconds, Ishida had two fingers slick with the gel and slipped them into Kon\'s entrance, teasing the Mod Soul\'s prostate as they thrust in and out. Ebony eyes watched as Ichigo plundered Kon\'s mouth, the vision making Ishida moan in desire and release Kon to pant, suddenly breathless. Hungry lips dove onto where Kon\'s hip met his leg and sucked fiercely, leaving behind the beginnings of a dark bruise before moving down the pale thigh\'s inside to leave a string of marks.

Ichigo pulled away just as Kon came, giving the Mod Soul room to gasp for breath as soft lips teased his quivering Adam’s Apple.

“That good?” Ichigo teased in a heated breath right in Kon’s ear. He had one brown eye trained on Ishida who, at current, was quite the mess. “What do you say we help the geek out, hm? He looks like he needs a good bath…”

Looking down, Kon managed a breathless laugh. His cum had splattered all over his stomach... and Ishida\'s hair. The Quincy was making a face as he tried - and failed miserably - to finger-comb the white globs out of his dark hair. \"I think you\'re right. I do, too.\"

\"We all do. C\'mon.\" Ichigo stood and turned towards the bathroom, walking towards it with a very casual stride. The shower would fit all three of them if they were patient with each other. Ichigo didn\'t bother to wait for them, choosing instead to set right to getting the water warm and the shower set up for a three person bath by removing anything unnecessary and setting the shampoo, conditioner and body soap where they wouldn\'t be knocked out of reach. Steps behind him made him turn.

Ishida shoved him aside, grabbing his ass in the process, and got right into the center of the spray as he grabbed the shampoo.

Chuckling, Kon took hold of Ichigo\'s arm and pulled him into the water.

They quickly showered, helping each other as an excuse to get a few gropes and teasing touches and kisses in. It was Ishida that finally got them out of the bathroom, shoving the redheads toward the bedroom for sleep.

It was also Ishida that changed the sheets and in doing so, claimed the center of the crisply made better as soon as he was finished. Ichigo smirked and took the Quincy’s right, then looked up to Kon. They couldn’t get completely situated if the Mod Soul didn’t hurry up and join them.

Kon looked from Ichigo and Ishida to the bedroom door towards the living room. After a moment, he looked back to them and fidgeted. “Are you sur…” He stopped, shook his head and continued. “I mean…Do you want me to get the glove?”

“Glove?” Ichigo’s already pinched brow frowned more.

\"Kon, shut up and come over here already so we can sleep,\" Ishida ordered.

The Mod Soul spared one last glance toward the living room before slowly approaching the bed. \"Are you...sure you don\'t want this...back?\"

\"It\'s fine for tonight. Let\'s sleep,\" Ichigo answered without hesitation and settled on his side facing Ishida.

Ichigo\'s \"twin\" nodded and settled in behind the Quincy. \"Is this...ok?\"

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*The Next Morning*

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Sunlight streamed into the room through the blinds, leaving stripes of light on three bodies, huddled together. One beam hit Ishida right in the face and he scrunched his eyes tight, burrowing into Ichigo\'s chest to shield himself from the evil light.

Ichigo hummed and tightened his hold on the two bodies before him just a fraction. Meanwhile, Kon watched them both with eyes wide-awake from minor shock. He’d woken up that morning with one leg tucked behind Ishida’s and cradled, with the Archer’s, between Ichigo’s knees. Ichigo’s hand on his arm was closed, snug and comforting. So…he hadn’t been dreaming at all…but…where did that leave them?

Yawning, Ishida stretched and tried to roll onto his back, instead getting pressed up against Kon\'s chest. \"Mmm. Mornin\',\" he slurred, blinking sleepily at the Mod Soul.

\"Mornin\'.\" Kon managed a small smile and pulled his hand from Ichigo\'s hip to caress Ishida\'s thigh, sliding his hand from near the knee to his hip. \"Uhm...I\'m not...\" What could he say? He was a Mod Soul, placed in this body for the first time that he could really remember by complete mistake. He wasn\'t even supposed to still exist and here, these two, were treating him like... \'Like more than just a tool.\'

\"Not what, Kon?\" Ishida murmured, one corner of his mouth turning up at Kon\'s hand on his leg, the touch both soothing and quietly arousing.

\"This isn\'t...mine. I mean...I\'ll be...that again in a little while...\" Kon took a deep breath and said what had been bothering him for a very long time. \"I\'m not real!\" he whispered harshly and tucked his nose against Ishida\'s shoulder, tightly squeezing his eyes shut.

The smile falling right off his face, Ishida turned onto his other side and hugged Kon close. \"Moron. Of course you\'re real, Kon. You\'re as real as me and Kurosaki.\" He kissed the Mod Soul\'s forehead. \"Just because you don\'t truly have a body of your own doesn\'t mean you\'re not real. If you weren\'t, could you have done what you did with us last night?\"

\"You\'re real, idiot. You exist and you have feelings.\" Ichigo propped himself up on one elbow as he scooted closer to Ishida\'s back. \"And we\'re going to find you a body, so quit yer bitchin\'...\" he added in a grumble and lay back down. Damn Ishida for moving and waking him up, but he could see why it had been necessary.

\"You... Ichigo, you mean it?\" Getting up on his elbow, Kon grabbed Ichigo\'s shoulder in a tight grip. To have a body of his own... Was it even possible? A real body, not a stuffed animal? To be human all the time?

\"If he doesn\'t, he\'s not getting any for a long time,\" Ishida warned, glancing over his shoulder at the Shinigami.

\"Hell yeah, I mean it. I\'m not sleeping with a stuffed animal,\" the Death God mumbled and barely cracked open one eye to look Kon right in the face.

The pillow was yanked out from under Ichigo\'s head and Ishida hit him in the face with it. \"Insensitive bastard.\"

\"Ow! Damn it!\" Ichigo half sat up and glowered at Ishida, but after a second he looked to Kon. He hadn\'t really meant anything by the comment, just that he didn\'t like the idea of touching a stuffed animal when he wanted flesh. What the hell was wrong with basically wanting the same thing Kon did?!

\"Oh, like that really hurt. Wuss,\" Ishida taunted, tucking the pillow under his own head.

\"You really think you\'ll be able to find me a body?\" Kon whispered, almost afraid that talking about it would make it impossible. \"A real one?\"

Ichigo sighed. \"Yeah. We\'ll start checking the hospitals for young men, our age, that are diagnosed permanently comatose and check them out. If there isn\'t a soul there, the body\'s yours for the taking. We\'ll find one you like, but don\'t be too picky, got it?\"

\"And just what are we going to do when the family finds out that their son is awake and missing?\" Ishida pointed out. \"We can\'t just put Kon in any body. We\'ll have to be careful it doesn\'t have irreversible brain damage or some other lethal condition. There\'s no point in putting Kon in a body that\'ll end up killing him.\"

\"We\'ll have to be thorough and careful, but as far as the family\'s concerned, that\'s up to him. He could try to stick it out with them, or check himself out and ignore them. You and I can make sure the soul has left and I can read the medical charts for problems. I\'ll be the one to put you in,\" he added to Kon. \"Since the staff shouldn\'t be able to see me like this.\"

They were serious. They weren\'t just telling him this to shut him up or humor him. Kon dove across Ishida and latched onto Ichigo, sobbing into the Shinigami\'s chest. To be human. To be able to interact with the real world all the time, not just those few times he got to be in Ichigo\'s body. To be a part of activities like last night\'s as often as he wanted. To be wanted and appreciated and... and loved. It was almost too much to believe, never mind hope for.

Smiling, Ishida ran his fingers through the Mod Soul\'s hair. \"Might as well start looking today. No point in putting it off.\"

\"Ha~\" Ichigo murmured and lowered his nose to Kon\'s temple, holding him snugly. He hadn\'t realized how strongly Kon actually felt about his situation. The thought really hadn\'t occurred to him until now, when he held the trembling proof in his arms. Eventually, Kon quieted and Ichigo murmured, \"I need my body back for just a little bit.\"

\"\'Kay.\" Sniffling, Kon reluctantly let him go and climbed off the bed to leave the room. He returned a moment later, holding Rukia\'s flaming skull glove and the toy lion he normally used as a body.

Ichigo froze. \"The glove...SHE WAS HERE?!?!\"

\"Uh... yeah.\"

\"You didn\'t sense Kuchiki last night?\" Ishida asked. He\'d felt Rukia\'s spirit force last night just before Kon had walked in on them. He hadn\'t noticed her leave, but then again, he\'d had more interesting things to occupy himself with. As long as she hadn\'t walked in, he didn\'t care.

Ichigo thought back and remembered the spark that told him Rukia was near. \"Uhhh...I ignored it.\" Shaking his head he muttered, \"Just get it over with, bastard. I have to get some stuff done before I can go looking.\"

Kon tossed the glove to Ishida so he could push the Mod Soul out of Ichigo\'s body. \"Does she know about you two?\"

\"Yeah. Now, she knows about this, too, damn it!\" Ichigo watched as Ishida neatly slipped the glove on and closed his eyes. There was that feeling of vertigo as he was pulled back into his body once more and then he was opening his eyes and bending over to pick up the pill that contained Kon. \"Just bear with the stuffed animal a little longer, Kon...\" he murmured and reached for the toy lion.

~Fin~

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