Urges

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Urges – Ichigo’s POV

“You’ve lost your fucking mind!” Yes he has.

“It’s only natural that I should be the one to—“ Again you’re wrong, freak.

“No. No, you shouldn’t and you’re not. Because I won’t let it happen.” Putting my foot down is always the best way to go.

“What if I drugged you and tied you up? You wouldn’t have much of a say-so in this... matter.” Yep, he’s lost his mind and probably about to lose his ridiculously huge dick if he keeps talking about this shitty topic.

“Well then, I might have to start checking my drinks and food for drugs.”

“...” Why the fuck is he glaring at me? It’s a stupid idea that I should just ram down his throat.

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

Doesn’t he feel the expression on his face? Does he not feel the look of pure lust on his face combined with his cute puppy dog eyes?

“That! It won’t work on me this time.” It may work for ice cream or massages, but not for this. Nothing can sway me from this definite decision I’ve made.

“I’ll give you a blowjob just for fun”, then he starts crawling towards me like the slut he is, “any... time... you... want. At school... At your house... on the roof... take your pick.” That’s quite, uh... an attractive offer. NO! I must save myself.

He nuzzles my erection with his face, rubbing his nose against me so deliciously. All I can do I moan.

“Aaaoohh... wait! You’re just trying to butter me up prick! Get you lips away from my dick!” Well, shit. My damn cock isn’t helping my argument by fucking twitching.

“You’re dick doesn’t seem to mind my lips near him, or maybe because he likes the idea of me... and you... together in bed... me... fucking you...”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Shut up idiot, do you want your dad to find us like this?” I shake my head pretty fast because I know that the moron would make a big fuss over us, giving us The Talk. It’s too fucking late now. We’ve experienced everything in The Talk plus some. We’d be teaching him a little something. Not that I would want my dad to be fucking another guy. Or fucking in general. He’s old. That’s disgusting.

“Look, Uryuu. I don’t what you or your massive dick near me and my virgin, SEME, ass.”

Pausing in his ministrations, he sits up, sharply glaring at me. “Who’s says I’m uke and you’re seme?”

Well, that may not have been the smartest thing I’ve could have said. Luckily...

“Oi, Ichigo!” ...Renji shows up. Oh, fucking hurray.

Renji and his tight ass boyfriend, Mr. I’m Better than Everyone Else in the World, just arrived, stepping through my bedroom window. I wonder what they’re here for.

And of course, bastard Ishida has to show me up by bowing first and greeting them so formally. “Renji-kun. Byakuya-san. Welcome, I’m glad you made it safely.” Wait, what? Ishida set this up? What the hell?

“You invited them? Why you...”

“Are you going to greet our guests or are you going to continue being rude?” Ishida is such a prick.

“Well excuse me. Renji. Byakuya.” I bow slightly showing a decent amount of respect to those who seemingly showed out of thin air.

“’sup bitch?” Now I know that fucker Renji didn’t just call me a bitch for no reason. “Are you wimping out because you don’t wanna get fucked by Ishida? Why the hell are you scared?” What. The. Fuck. Even that tight ass is doing his snobby version of snickering.

“I’m not scared. I just think that he’s uke and should remain that way. And don’t ever call me a bitch, asswipe.”

“You’re fucking scared. Just admit it. It’s not like he has a huge dick.”

“But he does! It’s like... like... another arm.”

“But he’s so skinny and scrawny.” Byakuya has clearly taken offense to that statement because he clears his throat loud enough to grasp everyone’s attention.

And oh fucking hell. I’m amazed the man moves as fast as he does with his flash step because there is no flashing with his speech. He talks so slow and monotone that he begins to remind me of those talks at graduation and shit like that.

“If I’m not mistaken Renji, I’m what you call skinny and scrawny yet I top you every night and day.”

“Yeah that because I know you could kill me, plus you look so hot when your hair is down and draped around us as you thrust into me.” Been reading romance novels, Renji-chan? Can you say too much information?!

Sticking my fingers in my ears, I look at Byakuya who’s blushing furiously. Ishida looks as if he might faint from that tantalizing image. Huh? Did I just say Byakuya and Renji fucking was tantalizing. Maybe Ishida spiked my water with an undetectable substance already.

“Anyways, Ichigo... remove your fingers from your ears.” Why? So I can hear more disturbing information? Even then, I kind of want to hear what the redheaded freak might have to say. So I remove my fingers.

“So back to his dick. You say it’s the size of an arm?”

“Yeah... it’s huge. Enormous. Fucking glorious.”

“Yeah but”, Renji drops his voice low, perhaps to keep whatever he has to say from Byakuya. And correct I am. “...he can’t be as large as Taichou, right?”

Ishida jumps up, completely embarrassed that we’re talking about the size of his dick. Hell, I don’t mind bragging. I just don’t want it pounding me into the ass. “Don’t contrast and compare my dick to his.” He nods his head in the direction of the eerily blushing captain.

“And why not?” Byakuya fucking flash-steps behind Ishida, talking slowly and low like normal, with a slight hint of annoyance slipping through.

I found out that when Ishida wants to be witty, he can out do anybody. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed.” I swear Mr. Priss put his hand on the hilt of his zanpaktou.

“Holy Shit! Why are we even having this conversation about this anyways? There is no way you, Ishida, are going to fuck me unless I magically become a girl, and that’s not going to happen EVER!” Here’s another moment when I think that maybe I should keep my mouth shut because Ishida and Renji both gave each other a Look which in turn Renji gave Byakuya an ominous nod and a Look. Me and my fucking huge mouth...

The two Shinigami hold out their hands in a vaguely familiar pose, only for me to figure out it’s the same thing Rukia used on me the first time we met.

“Sai!” They both say as I’m magically bound with that evil Kidoh Rukia introduced to me during out first meeting, making me crumple to the floor in a heap of Ichigo. To be honest, I’m a little scared. You want to know why? It’s because...

I’m fucked. Fucked from behind, fucked from the front, fucked doggy-style, fucked from anyway Ishida can think of. In other words, I’m going to be fucked and I can’t do anything to save myself. And the position I’m in doesn’t help at all; I look like a cat in heat, waving my ass around in the air while my arms are bound to my ribcage.

So what do I do? I beg.

“Renji, please let me go! This isn’t cool. I don’t what to be torn apart by that... monster. It’s just not right! Please, please, please!”

“Thanks Byakuya-san, Renji-kun. I appreciate your help.” AND ISHIDA IS THANKING THEM! He’s fucking planned this all along. I feel so used.

“Byakuya, PLEASE! Save me from him! I know this probably wasn’t your idea, but you’re stronger than everybody here. You can release me from this shitty Kidoh.” And prissy-pants just glares down at me. I can see it in his eyes; I’m not getting out of this unless I break free like I did the first time.

“I’ll have your clothes ready for you buy the end of the week. I think I should be done with Ichigo by then.” Now Ishida is looking down at me like I’m a lame zebra and he a hungry lion. “Well, maybe not.” Evil bastard.

“So Ishida, how big are you really?” Renji is asking a question that could potentially get him seriously injured or worse.

Suddenly there’s silence in the room as I hear the melodious sound of Ishida’s belt being unbuckled and the pants dropping. Then... a loud gasp (that must be Renji) and a choking grunt (definitely Byakuya). Damn them for staring at something that is clearly mine. Then Renji mutters something so idiotic, I almost broke out of this Kidoh.

“Can I touch it?”

“FUCK NO YOU CAN’T TOUCH IT!!!!” I have to stake my claim here. Otherwise, this shit could get out of hand and we could be in a threesome or maybe an orgy. I mean, can you imagine Byakuya fucking Ishida as Renji sucks his dick while I’m pounding his ass?

Wait...

That’s not a bad thought... plus it’s a little hot. No, No, NO! I shouldn’t be thinking about that; Ishida would kill me let alone Byakuya!

“Why are you blushing, u-ke-chan?” Ishida... he... he scares me... a lot.
“Were you having perverted thoughts about us having an orgy. Why, Ichigo, I didn’t know you were into multiple partners. Perhaps, the next time we meet up we can all... bond, a men’s night out, if you will. I’m sure Renji-kun and Byakuya-kun wouldn’t mind, would you?” Ishida turns and looks at the now blushing shinigamis.

“Uuuuh... I think... we’re gonna go now.” Renji and Byakuya must think Ishida is crazy or on drugs or perhaps both because they both flash-stepped out of there faster than I could see. And those bastards fucking left me there, bound and about to be fucked by Ishida’s ludicrously large... oh.

What’s he doing? Whatever it is... ooooh... it feels oh FUCK! He just licked me where my ass crack starts. I’m losing control of this situation so I try to turn myself over but my loving boyfriend pins my head down to the floor. I guess being archer you do get pretty good arm strength.

“Let me go, you bastard!” I have to keep resisting otherwise I’ll become one of those people that has to shit in a bag through their navel.

“Nooo, I don’t think I will.” Fucking smirking evil bastard. Oh no, oh no, oh no! He’s pulling down my pants and boxers. I think I’m going to die.

“I don’t know why you resist so; your body is telling me yes while your mouth is telling me no. The body never lies.” He slips my pants under my knees and down my legs all the while kissing my lower back. Talk about multitasking!

“You shouldn’t worry so much. I’ll be gentle.” And then he does the most evil laugh I’ve ever heard; it’s like a slow succession of his ‘hm’.

Then he licks my asshole. “Holy shit on a stick!” Well I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I do this to him all the time. I don’t know how he can stand me to lick at his asshole for more than two seconds; damn it feels so good.

And his tongue keeps swirling around and around and...

“Quit moaning so loud.”

“Don’t you fucking stop!”

“Hm hm... my little uke. If I don’t stop, I won’t be able to fuck you. All the little noises you’re making are... such a turn on.” He gives my hole a final lick before he stands up and then does something with his clothes. I don’t know what he did but when he saddles up behind me and leans over my back, I can feel his chest bare against my own almost bare back. Well really, he’s pushing my shirt up as far as it can go with my arms holding it down. I can’t help but feel all warm and cuddly as he kisses up my back, up my neck, and then proceeds to nibble my ear almost to distraction.

Distraction from what?

Distraction from his finger in my ass! It’s not as bad as I thought it would be if my moans and groans are saying anything. It feels uncomfortable, but then he wiggles his finger around and I having to use all control to keep from coming right now.

“I see you’ve stopped fighting. Perhaps you’ve realized that you can’t stop the inevitable.” Damn bitch is smirking again! But I can’t say anything because every time I open my mouth, a whorish moan comes out and I drool a little.

I cringe as he inserts another finger into the mix. If this didn’t feel so good, I would be thinking that there’s something wrong with this picture. Like, I don’t get fucked. At this point, my brain is a bowl of grits and I don’t care. I don’t know how he can handle the slow torture I release on his ass every time we fuck.

“You’re going to have to relax a bit more, Ichigo. The third finger won’t fit if you don’t.” Ishida whispers into my ear.

Oh great... the third finger. For him to get in, he would probably have to fist me and I’m going to say that that is NOT going to happen. I will fucking break this Kidoh if I have to. It’s bad enough I’m allowing this to even happen. Not that I had much of a choice.

“Shit shit shit SHIT!” That third finger is a killer. What guy in their right mind enjoys this? Oh right. Ishida does. “Damn that hurts!”

“I’ll make it not hurt. Right. About... now.” And then he curls his finger and suddenly I’ve gone blind. All I can see are little blue and white stars popping in front my eyes with little Ishidas sitting on my shoulders kissing me.

“What the hell was that?! Damn, that was... aaaah...” He keeps rubbing that spot; if he keeps that up I’m going to lose it.

“That is your prostate. You feel pretty good right now, correct?” And he just keeps rubbing it. I can’t even speak at this point so I nod with a loud groan. “Just think of what it would feel like if I pounded my cock into it over and over again.” I wonder if there’s already the language called Groaning; if not, I just did when I answered his question with a grumbling groan meaning that it would be rather nice.

My body pushes back against his finger against my will, but I really can’t complain because I rammed his finger back onto my prostate. This time, along with my groaning, he groans with me.

“Fuck, Ichigo!” Hah! I know he’s really turned on by the fact that he’s now cussing; that or he’s really pissed, but since he’s not yelling at me and his voice dropped an octave, I’m assuming he’s really turned on.

“Uryuu...”

“Ichi—“

Somewhere in the dark recesses back of my mind, something is shouting out at me to resist this torture and beat this pansy bastard to a bloody pulp for even suggesting such a ludicrous thing. Apparently, that thought is beaten down by the front-and-center forefront of my mind which is blinded by lust and some other hazy emotions I can’t seem to identify.

“...ready.” Huh? What did he say?

...

Oh.

Oooooh.

Ooooow!

“Shit Uryuu! It’s not going to fit!” Have you ever watched a baby but together a puzzle? It’s kind of like that. Like forcing a piece of a puzzle where it doesn’t fit.

“If you would relax, it would be less painful for... ugh... both of us.” How can it be less painful? His dick is about 33,000 times too large for my ass!

And then... he grabs my dick with the same strength grip he uses to hold his bow. “Oh hell!” I feel him slide in smoothly, that sneaky bastard.

He leans over my back, bracing himself on his hands, panting in my ear, throbbing hotly in me as he waits for me to fully adjust. I can feel his entire being trembling against mine. Maybe because it’s Uryuu that all fear and worries and doubts flew out of my mind as he pushed into me. It feels very... weird yet wonderful, like I can feel him all around me and in me. In all honesty, it isn’t what I thought it would be like. I thought it would be gross and very painful, but it isn’t; a little uncomfortable but not painful.

“You... feel wonderful, Ichigo. So tight...” I think this is actually growing on me by the moment. Plus it’s fun to see him so close to being out of control.

My knees are starting to hurt from being in this position so I do my best to squirm around to comfortable again. And that sensation is there again, the one when he was rubbing my prostate. Holy hell, that feels wonderful. So I squirm a little more.

Ishida firmly grasps my hips, holding them still against his hips. “Please, be still... please.” I don’t think I’ve ever heard him beg like that, not even when I’m teasing him. Let’s hear that one more time. So I move my hips again, this time a little slower. I can feel his pretty fingernails digging into my hips. “Stop! Please. I’m going to come if you continue.” Oh, that’s the reason.

If I were a lesser man, I would have kept doing that to get it over with, but because I’m really kind of enjoying this, I’m not. Plus I really don’t want to piss of my little archer. Hm. Little, the understatement of the century.

I hear him take a deep breath, calming his body to the point where he can move. I do the same thing when I’m fucking him; it really helps.

He slowly draws himself out, keeping only the tip within me. Before plunging back in he whispers in my ear, “To remove the Kidoh, all you have to do is expand your spirit energy to break the barrier.” Then he plunges his cock back into me, nailing my prostate.

I scream like a 10 yen whore. “Shit, fuck!” Who can concentrate on anything else but trying to remember to breath?! Good fuck, I think I’ve stopped breathing and died and gone to heaven this feels wonderful.

“Ah... fuck, Ichigo!” Did he say something about removing the Kidoh. Oh yeah, exPand... enerGY... KiDOH... Ishida is thrusting in at a steady beat, hitting my prostate every thrust.

“Ichi-go, I’m not going to last long.” No shit. I couldn’t tell by the way you’re breathing like a rutting moose. Removing Kidoh, eh? Oh, I think I can do that.

Somehow, I manage to gather enough of my mind to concentrate on his thrust and expand my spirit energy; within moments, the Kidoh is dissipating from around me and I’m able to move my arms again.

I feel Ishida slowing down as he realizes that my arms are free and I can potentially get away from him, but I reassure that I’m enjoying this as much as he is by reaching back and pulling his hips towards mine. Now that I’m able to move, I rotate my upper body to where I can see his expression on his face.

He’s in heaven with me.

His eyes are pitch-black, which is a stark contrast to the normal blue they usually are. He has sweat dripping down his face and down his neck. His torso is glistening with sweat, his muscles creating waves beneath his skin as he thrusts with renewed vigor. His mouth is hanging open as he attempts to catch a deep breath. His hair is clinging to his forehead, a few strands dripping sweat.

He’s absolutely beautiful.

I use my hands to push both Uryuu and me into a kneeling position, my back flush against his chest. Rotate slightly and press my lips to his in what he would categorize as a sweet kiss with subtle hints of lust. That’s bullshit. It’s a kiss to rival any other kiss we’ve shared. It is that hot.

“Oh fuck...” He releases his claws from my hips and loops his arms under mine and over my shoulders as if to hold me against his chest forever. I don’t think I’d mind at this moment. I pull his hips towards mine in a silent command of harder and faster.

Our speed increases exponentially as we get closer to our goal. He’s saying a mantra of my name while I’m still re-learning what lungs can do.

Suddenly, Ishida thrusts three times really hard against my prostate, biting me on my shoulder. I’m thrown over the edge of ecstasy head first into my climax, shooting my juice across the floor in front of me. I nearly double over with the first spasmodic wave of my orgasm, but I’m kept from bending over because Ishida has me pinned against him with his own orgasm. He’s arching forward against me, almost pulling us backwards.

See, we compliment each other.

With the second wave, he screams out my name, pushing against me in an uncontrollable thrust. With my second spasm, I dig my fingers into his ass, trying to cling onto something so I don’t get wash away in these waves.

The third wave of orgasm was almost as strong as the first when I realized that I could feel him leaving his come in me. This time I did double over and I brought him with me. In the process of falling forward, he accidentally thrust back into me, earning a moan from me.

After that, the spasms and come slowly died down to a dull tremble roaring through our veins.

“So...” I just have to know.

“So what?”

“How did you like it?”

“I’m a natural seme while you’re a natural uke.”

“... the fuck you mean by that?!” He’s lost his mind.

Sitting up and pulling back, he disengages from me, gracefully falling down beside me. I slowly slide onto my stomach for I know I’m a little sore now and it’ll only get worse. I’ve seen how Ishida walks after a particularly... energetic tryst.

“Well, did you notice how quick you submitted to me? Only natural ukes can do that. Plus if you really wanted to get out, you could have broken the Kidoh much earlier. You’ve done it once before with relative ease. Why not this time especially with your ass on the line?” He rolls onto his side just to show off his idiotic, satiated smirk.

“Whatever.” I muster all the energy I can gather and...

Thump him on the forehead before kissing him.