Un Accro

I hope this doesn't end up adding twice, because I just tried to post this chapter with no success, but maybe it takes awhile?

Anyway, here is the next chapter. At the end, Shinji is having a conversation with Urahara over the phone, so I hope that's not too confusing. I've never written a one sided phone conversation before.

Also, this is the last chapter with a title, but I don't think anyone has been paying attention to anything besides the smut. But starting next chapter ideas are welcome, if you care.

--It never rains, but pours--

Ichigo was able to show up at school the next day, honestly feeling pretty good. He’d had a hollow free evening, had actually managed to get all of his homework done and had gotten to bed at a reasonable hour.

“Hey, Ishida,” Ichigo said, stopping in front of his friend’s desk. If the orange haired teen didn’t know better, he’d have thought that the Quincy looked pleased to see him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Shinji had come to school today, and was watching them.

“Kurosaki,” Ishida greeted, his voice as cool as it normally was. “I… I’m glad to see you didn’t get yourself killed yesterday,” he said, lowering his voice.

Ichigo was a little taken aback. “I’m glad to see I didn’t kill you,” Ichigo responded, voice equally low.

Ishida rolled his eyes. “As if you could have,” the Quincy said, but Ichigo knew that they both knew the truth; it had been a close call for the smaller teen.

“Ichigo!” Orihime called from the entrance to the classroom. “Are you feeling better? I know!” she said brightly, “I’ll make you some soup and bring it over later today!”

“N-no, Orihime, don’t, uh, go out of your way or anyth—”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all!” she insisted.

“Really, I’m feeling much better—”

“Orihime, I don’t think Ichigo wants gumdrops or whatever else in his ramen,” Tatsuki said, coming to his rescue.

Ichigo tried not to grimace too obviously; gumdrops? Perfectly acceptable on their own, but he couldn’t imagine cooking with them.

Ichigo heard Shinji snort in amusement behind him. The redhead walked back to his seat next to the other Vaizard. “Is something funny?” Ichigo asked as he sat down.

“Nothing at all, Ichigo,” Shinji replied with a bright smile.

“You shouldn’t give Orihime such a hard time if she’s really your ‘first love’,” Ichigo pointed out.

“I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about,” Shinji said with a bright smile. At Ichigo’s perplexed look, his smile widened. “You’re my first love, Ichigo.”

The teen groaned and let his head fall over onto his arms. Shinji had got to be kidding him.

The blonde chuckled to himself; Ichigo was just too much fun to tease. He was still staring at the redhead, who was now resolutely ignoring him, as the teacher entered and class began. Ichigo was diligently copying down notes and Shinji repressed the urge to sigh. Sometimes the younger Vaizard could be so boring. Shinji smiled again, a wicked idea forming in his head.

Extending his reiatsu, he let a wisp of it slide up Ichigo’s back slowly. Shinji watched in amusement as Ichigo went rigid before squirming as it wound over his shoulder and split in two to play with his nipples. Ichigo turned around to glare daggers at him, by which point Shinji had already withdrawn and was concentrating on looking as innocent as possible, pretending to be paying rapt attention to the lesson.

When the teacher called on him, Ichigo finally turned back around and apologized through gritted teeth; he couldn’t believe Shinji would actually do that to him in class.

But the small touch of reiatsu had made him realize why he’d been able to feel Shinji since the previous day. He hadn’t even noticed it, but some of Shinji’s reiatsu was still in his wound, which wasn’t at all surprising when he took the time to think about it. He just hadn’t thought it would affect him like it had. As it was, Ichigo was acutely aware of the blonde’s position behind him and he was, amazingly, even able to feel the tiny fluctuations in the blonde’s spirit force.

It was a little disorienting, now that he had realized it.

He was tense and waiting for the next assault, but the rest of the class period went by without anything untoward happening, leaving Ichigo feeling a little grumpy. Not that he had wanted any more of Shinji’s attentions, but being tense the entire class with nothing happening was frustrating.

In fact, the rest of his morning was rather uneventful, though he made sure to keep Shinji in his line of sight, just in case the blonde thought he’d be clever and try to fuck with him. It wasn’t until lunch that Shinji pounced, quite literally, dragging Ichigo to a secluded corner and sticking his hand down the redhead’s pants.

“The fuck are you doing?” Ichigo demanded, trying to escape, but Shinji had him pinned against the wall and had started fondling his cock. Ichigo craned his neck to look around the wall; while no one could see them, it certainly wouldn’t stop anyone from coming to look for them and finding Ichigo being molested by his blonde classmate.

“Oh come on, stop complaining,” Shinji said, sounding pretty fucking pleased with himself. He leaned forward and licked the side of Ichigo’s face. “You like it.”

Ichigo wanted to argue, but he knew Shinji would see right through him if he denied that particular claim. “I came out to lunch to, you know, actually eat lunch,” Ichigo argued instead.

“You’re so fucking boring, ya know that, Ichi?”

Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Sorry for having commitments that don’t involve getting laid,” the teen said sarcastically. “Can’t you wait until after school or something? I can’t have you distracting me like that during class.”

Ichigo finally managed to pull Shinji’s hand out of his pants, though he was left half hard. Damn Shinji and his fucking libido anyway.

Shinji wasn’t all that disappointed from being kept from feeling the redhead up. Instead he was quite excited, considering Ichigo’s words. “Fine, why don’t you come over after class and I’ll help you with homework?”

Ichigo looked amused. “Homework? My how… conscientious of you.”

“Homework among other things,” Shinji said with a lewd smile.

“Of course.”

“Hafta make sure you get in your exercise and everything.”

“Uh-huh,” Ichigo said, unable to keep a grin off his face. “I had no idea you were so concerned about my well being. So… you want to meet me at the warehouse or what?”

“Oh no, Ichi, I’ve got my own apartment now. It would be quite annoying for someone to walk in on us, don’t you think?”

A wry smile crossed Ichigo’s face; he wouldn’t put the idea past any of the Vaizards. “Where are you living, then?”

“I’ll call you later and give you directions,” Shinji promised with a smile, wandering off.

“I—you’re leaving? Just like that?”

“What’s the point in sticking around if I don’t get to fuck you?” Shinji called over his shoulder, causing Ichigo to blush furiously. What if someone had heard? Ichigo looked behind him nervously, but it didn’t seem like anyone was eavesdropping. When he turned back around, Shinji was scaling the fence and walking off in the direction of the warehouse.

Ichigo ran a hand through his hair, wondering what he was going to do about the blonde. Of course, he was planning on going to Shinji when the wound on his shoulder started acting up again, but it seemed like the older Vaizard wanted to… entertain himself until then. Ichigo wasn’t quite sure how he felt about being a friend with benefits, though admittedly, he’d enjoyed his time with Shinji.

Sighing, Ichigo went back to join his friends. Ishida and Keigo were both giving him suspicious looks, but Ichigo just ignored them, sitting down between Chad and Mizuiro and starting his lunch.

“Where’s Hirako run off to?” Ishida finally asked.

Ichigo swallowed the bite of sandwich he’d been chewing. “He left.” The orange haired teen ignored Keigo shouting something about playing hooky, concentrating on his food.

He tried not to think about what would happen when Shinji called him after school and he actually headed over to the other Vaizard’s apartment. He didn’t need to be sporting a boner to class.

Ichigo looked at his watch. The end of the school day seemed impossibly far away. It didn’t help that his classes seemed to drag on infinitely. Ichigo stared out the window to pass the time, resulting in him getting yelled at more than a few times. Ishida would glare at him every time he was called out for spacing out, as if the Quincy could read his mind.

When the bell signaling the end of school rang, Ichigo was the first out of the classroom, though he tried to make it look like he wasn’t in a hurry. He was probably failing miserably, he mused.

His heart was beating so loud in his ears he almost didn’t hear Ishida calling his name.

“Kurosaki!” Ishida said, for what felt like the millionth time.

“Oh, Ishida. What’s up?” Ichigo asked, pulling books out of his locker.

“What’s going on with you and Hirako?”

Ichigo paused. “Nothing,” he said finally. “Why do you ask?”

“You must think I’m pretty dense,” Uryuu said peevishly.

“Really, Ishida, it’s just been a long day and I want to get home as soon as—hang on,” Ichigo said, realization dawning on him. “A-are you jealous?”

Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose, keeping his face straight. He honestly hadn’t expected Ichigo to be so perceptive; normally the taller teen was completely oblivious to anything going on around him at any given time. “Of course I’m not jealous,” Ishida lied. “I’m only…” Uryuu swallowed, trying to steel himself up to get out the rest of the sentence. “I’m just worried about you.”

Ichigo blinked owlishly. Ishida was worried about him? “I—are you feeling alright, Ishida?”

Ichigo regretted his words when Uryuu’s expression turned to cold fury. “I don’t even know why I bother with a hardheaded, stubborn, mulish, insipid fool such as youself!” the dark haired teen hissed, stalking off.

Ichigo stared after the Quincy in shock. That was… weird, Ichigo thought, shaking his head. He closed his locker and cast one look down the hall where he could still see Ishida’s lithe form among the press of bodies.

Ichigo sighed and started home. Of course he was still worried about Ishida, and still thought he might be jealous, but… Ichigo wasn’t sure what to do. He’d tried confronting the dark haired teen about his feelings, but, as he should have expected, Ishida had just denied everything. They were both just too stubborn for each other, Ichigo thought, frustrated.

Though, Ichigo mused, Shinji was also rather stubborn. Just not too stubborn to pursue the object of his new affections.

Ichigo walked home at a brisk pace, thinking about how quickly things had changed. Ishida and Hirako had both been rather cold to him up until his run in with the hollow and now… Well, Ishida was still cold, but Ichigo could now tell there was something beneath the Quincy’s aloof veneer. Hell, maybe it had always been there, and Ichigo had just been too thick to notice it.

As for Shinji, the blonde was still an ass, but he now seemed to be an ass that wanted into Ichigo’s pants. The teen sighed; he had enough problems in his life with hollows and Aizen without the added concern of high school drama.

When he got home, things were suspiciously quiet, but he kept his senses on high alert, waiting for his dad’s daily attack. When he got into the kitchen, there was a note on the table for him, so scanning his eyes around the room, he went to read it.

With a sigh of relief, he saw that his family had gone out for the afternoon, his father taking his sisters to the new aquarium across town. That meant he wouldn’t have to deal with his dad’s annoying questions when Ichigo left for Shinji’s later.

Fixing himself a snack, Ichigo went upstairs to get changed. For a long moment, he just stood in front of his closet, wondering what he was going to wear before he realized what he was doing and just threw on an outfit like he usually did.

Laying down on the bed, he closed his eyes, wanting to get in a much needed nap before heading over to Shinji’s. The phone rang several times while he was sleeping, though none of the calls were for him, making Ichigo more and more frustrated each time he woke up.

The last call came at around six o’clock and by then, Ichigo was practically seething. He got up, too frustrated to sleep and went back down to the kitchen to start his homework. He had just barely started the second problem of his math homework before the phone rang again.

Ichigo let the phone ring, confident that it wasn’t for him. When the answering machine cut on, Ichigo nearly jumped out of his skin, hearing Hirako’s voice crackling through. Dashing across the kitchen, Ichigo picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

“Hello?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound too breathless.

“Hey, Ichi. You still interested in coming over?”

“Uh, yeah,” the teen said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“You know the lofts downtown?”

“Which ones?” Ichigo asked. There had been a lot of construction going on downtown lately, several new apartment complexes cropping up in the past few months.

“Not the new ones. I’m in room 408.”

Ichigo blinked in surprise when Shinji hung up. Downtown was a bit of a walk from his home, so heading to the garage, Ichigo pulled his bike out from behind what seemed like a mountain of junk, brushing cobwebs off of it.

It didn’t take him as long as he’d thought to reach downtown, most of the evening traffic having died down. Propping his bike up against a rack and locking it, Ichigo climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, starting to feel nervous. He wiped his sweaty palms against his jeans when he reached Shinji’s door, hesitating before knocking. He listened as the music drifting from inside was cut off and Shinji approached, flicking the lock and opening the door.

Ichigo hesitantly stepped inside, his insides tying up in knots. He took a few deep breaths when he reached the living room, confused as to why he was so nervous; he’d been anticipating it for the greater half of the day and it wasn’t as though they’d never fucked before.

Ichigo jumped when Shinji wrapped his arms around him from behind.

“You seem awfully nervous, Ichigo,” Shinji said, his breath tickling the back of the teen’s neck. He couldn’t blame the teen; he had quite a night in store for him, though Ichigo wouldn’t know that. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you something to drink?” Shinji asked, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the soft skin in front of him.

“I don’t drink,” Ichigo said, suppressing a shiver.

“I didn’t mean alcohol,” Shinji said with a roll of his eyes, leaving Ichigo and wandering into the kitchen.

Ichigo shook his head to clear it and sat down on the couch, his heart thundering against his ribs, his cock half hard between his legs. It was completely unfair, how easily Shinji was able to affect him. Shinji came back with some sodas, sitting down next to Ichigo and handing him one.

“Thanks,” Ichigo said, not resisting as Shinji pulled him closer.

He had barely taken a sip from his drink when Shinji placed a gentle hand on his chin and tilted his face up for a kiss. Ichigo managed to set his drink on the table before Shinji pushed him down onto the couch, straddling him with their lips still pressed together.

“Don’t I even get a ‘hey, how are you’?” Ichigo asked between kisses. Of course he had come over here for the sex, but something bothered him about how quick Shinji was to get intimate.

Shinji paused, staring down into Ichigo’s brown eyes. “Is something wrong?” he asked. He knew there was something bothering the young Vaizard; he could feel the teen’s reiatsu fluttering nervously.

“What do you want from me?” Ichigo asked, deciding not to beat around the bush.

“I—what’s that supposed to mean?”

Ichigo looked away from him, a frown crossing his face. “Are you just interested in f… in having sex, or what?”

Shinji closed his eyes briefly, wondering how best to answer that. He hadn’t expected Ichigo to want some kind of emotional connection; he was a teenage boy for fuck’s sake. Wasn’t all they were supposed to think about involve sex in some way, shape or form?

“Come on, Ichigo,” he said finally. “I’m looking out for you. The others… the Shinigami, those humans who call themselves your friends, Ishida—”

“Don’t,” Ichigo said, pressing his hands against Shinji’s chest. He had meant it to keep the blonde away, but he could feel the steady heartbeat beneath Shinji’s warm skin and his resolve wavered.

Shinji could feel Ichigo’s confusion, and he just pressed harder. “In the end, it’s only going to be us Vaizard who are there for you, Ichigo. You’re one of us, now.”

Ichigo didn’t try to argue further, still resting in Shinji’s arms, trying to convince himself the blonde was wrong.

Not wanting to talk anymore, Shinji leaned in for another kiss, turning Ichigo’s face towards his once again. Ichigo didn’t fight him, but he didn’t respond, either, so Shinji moved to his neck, sucking gently over Ichigo’s fluttering pulse, a little red mark rising as Ichigo’s breath hitched.

With one hand in Ichigo’s hair, Shinji slid the fingers of his other hand over the teen’s chest, pinching a nipple through the soft cloth, making Ichigo gasp and twist against him. Pulling away from Ichigo slightly, Shinji slid his hands under the redhead’s shirt, relishing the way Ichigo’s muscles trembled under his searching fingers.

It was frustrating to have Ichigo not responding to him in kind, but the teen hadn’t said no, so Shinji was content to convince the teen into some kind of response with seductive touches. He pushed Ichigo’s shirt up far enough to reveal his nipples, watching as Ichigo squirmed under the scrutiny, an idea forming in his head.

If Ichigo wasn’t going to respond to him anyway, Shinji figured, he might as well see to it that the teen didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“Alright, Ichigo,” he said, trying to smile too widely. “Just stay here for a second, will you? I’ve got to go grab a few things.”

Ichigo looked confused but nodded, sitting up once Shinji was off of him, watching the blonde go down the hallway, a suspicious spring to his step.

He took a much needed drink, trying to come to terms with what he wanted from Shinji. He still had no idea of the blonde’s intentions, didn’t even know what he himself wanted. It was frustrating, how Shinji made him feel without any apparent effort and despite Ichigo’s best attempts to ignore how the slightest touch could arouse him. It had to be the reiatsu, he reasoned with himself.

Shinji came back with a white banker’s box in hand, setting it down on the table before turning to Ichigo with a smile. “You trust me, don’t you, Ichigo?”

Ichigo stared up at the blonde incredulously. “Not when you’re looking at me like that, I don’t.”

Shinji only smiled wider. “That’s too bad then, isn’t it? Alright, come on, let’s get you naked.”

Ichigo sat there in shock for a moment before Shinji started unbuckling his belt, his hands making quick work of Ichigo’s jeans. It wasn’t until he was tugging them off that Ichigo reacted. “What the hell are you doing?”

“We’re just going to have some fun is all,” Shinji promised him. “But we can’t do that with all of this in the way.”

Ichigo struggled a bit, but Shinji had him naked in what had to be record time. Ichigo sat on the couch awkwardly, knees pulled up to his chest, glaring at the blonde who was turning to the box he’d set on the coffee table.

“Fuck,” Ichigo swore when Shinji pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs.

“Is something wrong, Ichigo?” Shinji asked sweetly. “I could be using regular handcuffs, you know, but I don’t want your pretty wrists to get all torn up. You ought to thank me.”

Ichigo was staring at him in half incredulity and half fear, though he seemed to be rooted to the spot. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to go, though, not when he was naked, anyway.

“Alright, Ichigo, why don’t you turn around and put your arms behind your back?” Shinji suggested, stepping closer to the concerned looking teen.

Ichigo glanced frantically around the room for some sort of escape. Maybe he could lock himself in the bathroom for the rest of the night if he was quick enough.

“Now, Ichigo, don’t think for a second I’m going to let you get out of this. I promise things’ll run a lot smoother if you just comply.”

Shinji was closing in on him, and Ichigo wished he was capable of anything other than cowering against the far corner of the couch, his eyes glued to the cuffs dangling from Shinji’s fingers. Why, oh why had he thought it was a good idea to come over here?

Of course Shinji would have behaved himself with Urahara around; Ichigo should have known better than to expect the same with no one to come between them if things got out of hand.

Shinji was a little surprised Ichigo wasn’t fighting him tooth and nail already, but he chalked that up in part due to getting the teen undressed already. But he’d have to be careful, or Ichigo would forget his embarrassment and just make things harder for the both of them. If worse came to worst, he’d just pin Ichigo down with some kidou before slapping the cuffs on him, though he’d rather do things the old fashioned way the whole way through.

“I won’t do anything you won’t enjoy,” Shinji insisted, still inching closer. “I’ll tell you what,” the blonde continued, an idea coming to mind. “If I do anything that makes you too uncomfortable, you just say the word and we’ll stop, okay?”

Shinji knew he’d be victorious when he saw something flicker in Ichigo’s eyes.

“What are you planning to do to me?” Ichigo demanded.

“A little of this, a little of that,” Shinji said flippantly. “Like I said, nothing you won’t enjoy. I’ll see to that.”

“And tying me up is really necessary for that?”

“Who knows, Ichi, maybe you’ll find out you really like it. It’s always good to try new things, don’t you think?”

“So what, I just tell you to stop if you go too far?”

Shinji smiled. Of course he wasn’t really planning on letting Ichigo go once he got the teen where he wanted him, but he wasn’t lying when he’d said he’d make Ichigo enjoy it. “Sure thing.”

“A—alright then,” Ichigo finally acquiesced, turning his back to Shinji and crossing his wrists behind him.

Shinji had to just breathe for a moment to resettle his composure. Oh, Ichigo was just too innocent for his own good. He even almost felt guilty for leading the boy on. Almost.

Gently, he took each of Ichigo’s wrists in turn, tightening the restraints to keep the teen from escaping, but keeping them loose enough for comfort. Ichigo shivered when the cuffs clicked shut.

Shinji turned back to the box, wondering what he ought to use on Ichigo next. He was tempted to use a blindfold, but he definitely wanted Ichigo to see what was coming for him, so he skipped over the black sleep mask with the word “slave” printed on it in pink letters and moved straight to the rather large and colorful collection of butt plugs. He pulled out a hefty looking one, colored poison dart frog blue, careful to keep it out of Ichigo’s line of sight and dug around in the box for the remote. Upon finding it, he switched it on, and it vibrated loudly in his hand.

“What the hell is that?” Ichigo asked, voice sounding frightened again, craning his neck to see what Shinji was hiding.

Shinji turned if off and hid the remote in his pocket before turning around with a smile. Ichigo’s eyes widened.

“I… uh, I’d rather not—” Ichigo said weakly in protest, wiggling on the couch.

“Come on, Ichi,” Shinji wheedled, voice sweet, “we can’t have any fun if you’re not willing to try a few things out.”

He’d even borrowed Urahara’s fucking strawberry lube for just such an occasion. He gently pressed Ichigo down onto the couch, pulling the teen’s legs up to expose his quivering hole. Ichigo closed his eyes tightly and hissed at the sensation of cold, slick fingers pressed against his entrance.

Shinji stretched him quickly; he was still a little loose from the day before, before pressing the blue plug against Ichigo’s hole and gently pressing it in. By the time the largest swell of the toy had been pushed in, and the plug was settled in place, the tight ring of muscle clamping around the base, Ichigo was moaning and thrashing, his breath irregular and his face and chest flushed.

Shinji bit his lip and reached down to stroke himself through his pants, gaze intent on Ichigo’s writhing form. Shinji went back to the box and pulled out a cock ring, the same bright blue as the plug and slid it down Ichigo’s cock to the base before the redhead could even register what was going on. Then Shinji turned the toy on high.

Ichigo’s struggles increased, wails now spilling out of his mouth as the toy vibrated inside of him.

Shinji smiled where Ichigo couldn’t see and pulled the final object that he planned to use on the teen—for the time being anyway—out of the box. Ichigo’s eyes were still screwed shut, and his mouth was open in a long string of moans and whimpers.

Perfect, Shinji thought, holding the ball gag between thumb and forefinger. Ichigo wouldn’t even know what hit him.

It was laughably easy to fit the gag in place and secure it behind Ichigo’s head. By the time Ichigo even realized what was happening, it was too late for him to do much more than glare at Shinji with glassy eyes as he struggled with all of the sensations tearing through him. Shinji switched the vibrator off so that Ichigo could focus his entire attention on the blonde.

“Don’t glare at me like that, Ichigo; you’ll hurt my feelings.”

It sounded like Ichigo was trying to swear around the gag and Shinji laughed.

“You see, I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you to enjoy what we’re going to do together tonight, but you’re usually such a spoilsport, I thought I’d just cut off your option to stop me. We’re still going to have fun, Ichigo, believe me.”

Ichigo shook his head.

“What was that, Ichigo? If you want something, you’re going to have to speak very clearly. Until then, I’m just going to have to go off of how you react to me.”

With that, he took Ichigo’s cock in hand and gave the hard flesh a slow stroke from base to tip, causing the teen’s hips to buck, a long whine building in his throat.

“See, Ichigo?” Shinji asked, voice rough. “You like it. Don’t be so stubborn.”

Ichigo shook his head again, but he was quickly losing his resolve to fight. Shinji’s ministrations were just too overwhelming.

“So,” Shinji said, wanting to move this to a place where they both might be a little more comfortable, “do you think you can walk?”

Ichigo gave Shinji a weak glare. Was the blonde out of his fucking mind? Even without the plug vibrating, Ichigo knew he couldn’t make it two feet.

The idea occurred to Shinji that he could just carry Ichigo, but he wanted the illusion of Ichigo following him at least semi willingly.

“Alright, walking’s a no. How about crawling?”

Ichigo’s glare intensified, but in his position, he couldn’t really do much to keep Shinji from getting what he wanted.

“I should probably remove the cuffs for that…” Shinji said thoughtfully, giving Ichigo a once over that made the teen shiver. “But I get the feeling as soon as I take them off, you’ll give me quite the hard time.”

The redhead kept glaring. He sure fucking would give Shinji as much trouble as he possibly could. Shinji tisked and turned back to his box. Ichigo groaned; he was getting pretty fucking sick of the things coming out of it. Shinji came back to him with something Ichigo didn’t immediately recognize. It had straps and cuffs, so Ichigo had a vague idea of what it was for, but he didn’t know what had made Shinji choose this particular object of torture for him.

He whimpered when Shinji began to remove the cock ring on him, feeling relief wash through him. It quickly turned into cold dread when he realized that one part to the strange thing in Shinji’s hand was a cock ring, this one a cold looking silver. Shinji slipped it over his cock easily, despite the teen’s struggles. He then took the larger loops and secured them around Ichigo’s thighs.

A few seconds later, realization was starting to dawn on Ichigo. Shinji cradled the shaking teen to his chest to have better access to his arms, unlocking the cuffs and securing them to his belt for later. He then took Ichigo’s wrists and attached the new cuffs to them before gently lowering Ichigo to his hands and knees on the floor.

Ichigo had shudders wracking him now, terror flooding through him. He tossed his head, wishing he could beg Shinji to fucking stop. Shinji could tell, and not just from Ichigo’s frantic reiatsu, that the teen was quite decidedly not enjoying himself. The blonde knelt down and titled Ichigo’s face up, removing the gag and kissing the trembling teen.

Without the gag, he could hear clearly Ichigo’s frightened moans and whimpers while he tried to console the boy, running soothing hands over skin covered in cold sweat.

“Just breathe, Ichigo,” Shinji said gently. He’d wanted Ichigo to be dubious about what they were going to do together, yeah, but outright terror was no fun for either of them.

“Stop, oh fuck, stop, Ichigo begged, pressing his face into Shinji’s shoulder.

“Ichigo? I’ll take all of this off, okay? Just promise me you’ll come to the bedroom and I promise, I’ll take care of you. No toys, okay?”

Ichigo wasn’t sure he wanted to take Shinji at his word; the blonde had lied to him once already that night, and he didn’t know if he could trust him again.

“And if I don’t?” Ichigo asked, sounding truly miserable.

Shinji grit his teeth. This was not going at all how he’d planned. Ichigo was supposed to be feisty the whole way through, and then Shinji was supposed to make him come so hard he blacked out. Then they’d do it all over again once Ichigo came to. Ichigo was supposed to like Shinji’s games.

It would still be nice to just have Ichigo in his bed, Shinji reasoned with himself. He shouldn’t have pushed so hard so fast.

“Then… you can just go home, Ichigo,” Shinji said, and Ichigo could hear in the older Vaizard’s voice what he thought about that option. But he did appear to be telling the truth.

Now it was time for Ichigo to make a decision. “I—I’ll stay,” Ichigo said and Shinji’s heart leapt. “But I don’t want you to tie me up anymore.”

Shinji felt a little disappointed. He could understand if Ichigo didn’t want to be tied up tonight, but it sounded like the teen had meant he never wanted to be tied up again. Shinji gently undid the restraints, pulling Ichigo, whose tremors were slowing, into his lap.

“I have an idea,” Shinji said, frowning when Ichigo shook his head ‘no’. “I was going to suggest that you tie me up, if you’re interested.”

“What?” Ichigo asked, surprised. He’d honestly expected the blonde to say let’s keep the plug in or how about we try nipple clamps or anything other than what he’d actually said. “You’d… want me to?”

“Ichigo,” Shinji tried to explain, “I have all of these toys because they’re fun, honestly.” Ichigo made a dubious sound. “Let me prove it to you,” Shinji pleaded.

“You actually like being tied up?” Ichigo asked. He could maybe fathom why someone might want to be the one doing the tying, but he couldn’t see how it could possibly be enjoyable from the other side.

“A lot of people do,” Shinji said, one hand playing with Ichigo’s spiky hair.

“What on earth for?”

Shinji rolled his eyes, wishing they could do a little less talking and a lot more fucking. But he’d indulge Ichigo, if it got him what he wanted. “Some people just like the feeling of being helpless, of having to trust in someone else completely, if just for a little while.”

“And you trust me that much?”

Shinji sighed. He’d thought about it, before offering, if he trusted Ichigo that much. And really, he did. The teen was too fucking noble to do anything really terrible, like leave him naked and tied up and sicking a furious Hiyori on him for revenge. He figured Ichigo would get his revenge, but it would be pleasurable for them both. “Yeah,” Shinji said, “yeah, I trust you that much.”

“Alright,” Ichigo said, sounding as though he thought the idea was crazy, but wasn’t willing to outright say so. “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent,” Shinji said, obviously pleased. He gently stroked a hand down Ichigo’s back and gripped the base of the plug, pulling it out carefully, kissing Ichigo sweetly. “Why don’t you pick out a few things and meet me in the bedroom?”

Ichigo nodded, sliding off Shinji’s lap and pulling the box towards him. His eyes widened a little at the amount of objects inside, as well as the variety. Ichigo couldn’t boast any previous experience with sex toys, but it looked like Shinji was just about ready to set up shop.

Ichigo shook his head and rummaged through the contents, watching out of the corner of his eye as Shinji disappeared down the hall, presumably to his bedroom. Ichigo pulled out some black silk ropes and a sparkly black cock ring. Ichigo rolled his eyes at the variety of colors in the box; it was like Shinji had each type of item in at least ten different hues. But Ichigo thought the black would look nice against Shinji’s skin.

He was tempted to bring a gag, but figured that as nice as it would be to shut the blonde up, he’d still rather be kissing Shinji.

The last item Ichigo grabbed was a black plug, to fit with the color scheme, wondering at the strange curve of it and the weird bumps on one end. Well, Shinji would tell him how to use it, Ichigo figured, so he gathered all the objects in his arms, grabbing the strawberry lube as an afterthought, and confidently strode down the hallway with a smirk on his face.

Shinji had already undressed by the time Ichigo got there, and was sitting on the center of his bed, looking bored. The blonde critically eyed the objects in Ichigo’s arms, unable due to the low light to make any of them out.

“Alright, Ichi, what can I do for you?”

Ichigo took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. “Could you lay down, with your arms over your head?” Ichigo asked, a thrill running through him when Shinji obeyed without question. Ichigo stepped closer, setting the items on the foot of the bed where Shinji couldn’t see them even if he craned his neck.

Ichigo picked up the two long strips of black rope and went to tie Shinji’s arms to the headboard. He’d thought his dad was crazy to make him learn how to tie knots, but it looked like that little skill was actually going to come in handy for the first time in his life. He made sure the ropes were snug, but not too tight and then returned to the foot of the bed to collect the cock ring.

Straddling Shinji, he stroked the blonde’s cock to full hardness before slipping the ring on him. When Shinji sighed, Ichigo gave him a sharp look.

“You agreed to this, you know,” Ichigo reminded him.

Shinji grinned. So Ichigo thought he was some kind of dom? “I sure did,” Shinji said smartly.

Ichigo rolled his eyes and picked up the final item, holding it up for Shinji to see. “How does this work?” Ichigo demanded.

Shinji was a little surprised that Ichigo had actually managed to pick out his very favorite toy to use on himself. “The end you’ve got pointing up goes in,” Shinji said.

Ichigo nodded and opened the cap to the lube, spreading some out over his fingers. He carefully stretched Shinji open, basing his actions on what Shinji had done for him already. When he figured Shinji was ready, Ichigo slicked up the toy and slid it inside, causing Shinji to hiss a little. Ichigo’s eyes snapped to the blonde’s face when the toy settled in place, the curved end with the little nubbins on it pressed up against Shinji’s perineum. The blonde was biting his lip and rocking his hips a little, and Ichigo thought it looked like he was enjoying himself way too much.

That just wouldn’t do, Ichigo decided. Ichigo switched the little toy on and Shinji nearly shrieked, rocking his hips frantically, moaning long and loud. Ichigo bit his lip, his cock aching between his legs. Pushing Shinji’s hips down to hold him still, Ichigo slathered Shinji’s cock with lube before sinking down on it.

“Fuck!” Shinji shouted, rocking up into the clenching heat surrounding him. Ichigo was just fucking evil, Shinji’s fractured mind concluded.

Ichigo leaned forward and braced his hands on Shinji’s chest, fucking himself on Shinji’s cock while the blonde moaned and cursed beneath him.

“Fuck, you better let me come,” Shinji snarled, tugging at the ropes around his wrists. He wanted nothing more than to flip Ichigo over and fuck him into mindless oblivion, and he would if he could just get free.

“Can’t you ask any nicer than that?” Ichigo asked with a wicked smile, which he promptly ruined by rocking back just right on Shinji’s cock, his mouth falling open on a moan when his prostrate was struck.

Shinji swore. He hadn’t known Ichigo would take so quickly to topping in the bedroom. He’d really expected Ichigo to be hesitant about voicing what he wanted, but god he was going to make the redhead pay if he didn’t get to come soon.

Ichigo wasn’t even paying attention to Shinji anymore; he could tell he was about to come and was focused solely on getting there, reaching one hand down to stroke his cock. He distantly heard Shinji swear again, but didn’t stop, sinking down on Shinji’s cock and staying there, wanting to feel the hard length fully inside of him as he came. Frustrated, Ichigo cried out, unable to reach completion. What was wrong with him?

“Shinji—” Ichigo begged, his voice desperate. “oh god, you have to—reiatsu—”

Shinji’s brow furrowed. He didn’t know if he could muster the concentration to give Ichigo what he was begging for, or at least not with the fine tendrils that he could normally control so easily. Instead, Shinji did what he could to send waves of it against Ichigo’s skin, causing the teen to convulse above him, fingernails digging into the pale skin of the blonde’s chest.

Shinji desperately tried to buck up into Ichigo, even though he knew it was no use, but Ichigo seemed completely content to grind down on him while reiatsu flooded through him, pumping his cock with one hand.

Shinji jerked when Ichigo came with a long wail, come spurting over his chest and the teen’s inner walls clamping down hard. Panting, Ichigo leaned forward against Shinji’s come covered chest, trying to catch his breath. He was surprised at how quiet Shinji was now, no longer begging or swearing, though his hard cock was still buried inside of Ichigo and his reiatsu was still pulsing around him. Pulling himself off, Ichigo crawled forward to kiss Shinji.

“If you ask me nicely enough,” Ichigo said breathlessly, “I’ll untie you and you can touch yourself for me, okay?”

Shinji closed his eyes tightly. Fuck, he thought. Maybe this had been a bad idea. He didn’t want Ichigo getting any ideas. “Please, Ichigo,” he said instead, not giving voice to any of the plans he was concocting. “Wanna come, please.”

“Alright,” Ichigo said, giving him one last kiss before untying the ropes binding Shinji’s wrists to the headboard before settling back on the foot of the bed to watch.

The first thing Shinji did was slide off the cock ring before sitting up slightly so he could better rock down on the plug inside of him. He stroked himself as quickly as he thought Ichigo would allow, desperate for completion. Ichigo bit his lip, intently watching Shinji’s face. He had never realized how beautiful he found the blonde; though it helped that Shinji’s usual bland look had contorted into one of pleasure.

Ichigo crawled closer, unable to resist. Shinji’s hair was sticking to his face and neck, strands of it flaring out across his pillow like a halo, but what Ichigo was most drawn to was Shinji’s mouth, open on a moan.

Feeling as though his arm were somehow disconnected to the rest of his body, Ichigo reached down and wrapped his hand around Shinji’s faltering grip. The blonde’s eyes flew open in surprise, locking onto Ichigo’s own as he came, viscous white fluid coating their hands and joining Ichigo’s on his stomach.

Before Shinji had time to catch his breath, Ichigo was kissing him, tongue probing deep and it was all Shinji could do to just take it, one come covered hand reaching up to tangle in spiky orange locks.

When Ichigo finally pulled away, he switched off the plug and pulled it from Shinji before flopping down next to the blonde and letting himself be pulled into an embrace.

“See,” Shinji said, still panting, “told you how much fun that shit is.”

“You really enjoyed yourself?” Ichigo asked. Of course, Shinji had come, but Ichigo wasn’t quite sure if that meant Shinji had had as good a time as he had.

Shinji smiled. “Of course I did, Ichigo. Although I have to say, I think you owe me one.”

Ichigo laughed, feeling sleepy and content. “I don’t know about that,” he said, burying his face in Shinji’s neck. God, they both needed a fucking bath.

“We’ll start slow,” Shinji said, running fingers down Ichigo’s spine.

“Mm-hmm,” Ichigo murmured sleepily, no longer really paying attention to what the blonde was saying.

Shinji felt Ichigo drift off to sleep in his arms, and though he was tired, he had a few things to think about. Gently extricating himself from Ichigo, Shinji crossed the room and rummaged around in his pants for his cell phone. He dialed Urahara’s number while heading to the bathroom in search of a towel with which to clean himself off.

Urahara picked up when Shinji started wiping come off of himself with a damp hand towel.

“Hey,” Shinji said, dropping the towel in the laundry basket and getting another one so he could get Ichigo cleaned up.

Urahara sounded surprised to hear from him.

“Yeah, Ichigo came over,” Shinji said, knowing Urahara would put two and two together and realize what they’d been up to. “I most certainly am not a pervert. Or a cradle robber, for that matter.”

Ichigo didn’t stir when Shinji gently ran the towel over his skin.

“I—no, what kind of person do you think I am? No, I let him tie me up.”

He still felt filthy; he was going to need a shower. He just wanted to wait until Ichigo woke up. Then maybe they could have a bit of fun while washing up.

“He took to it a lot quicker than I expected. No, I guess I’m not all that surprised.”

Shinji pulled on a bathrobe and headed into the kitchen, poking his head into the freezer to see if there was anything he could fix the two of them to eat.

“Look, I just wanted to give you a heads up, okay? I think Ichigo’s… I don’t know, I think he’s somehow addicted to reiatsu.”

Pulling out a frozen pizza, Shinji scanned over the directions while Urahara talked.

“I don’t know if it’s just mine,” Shinji said. “It could just be reiatsu in general. It was like, he wasn’t able to come without it.”

Shinji paused in front of the oven, listening to Kisuke’s proposal.

“Fuck, you just want to get in his pants. No, you are not the only person who hasn’t got to fuck Ichigo, stop being so melodramatic. I’ll let you help out if that’s what you really want. Alright, fine. This weekend is good. Alright, Kisu. Yeah, you too. Later.”

Shinji hung up the phone and stared blankly at the oven controls for a long moment, thinking about Ichigo sleeping quietly in his bedroom. Poor kid, Shinji thought; he just couldn’t catch a break.

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Like I said, I feel that last part may have been confusing, so any suggestions are welcome.

Next chapter is the long awaited Urahara/Shinji/Ichigo. :D

Let me know what you think.