Urges

Urges – 7 – Ishida POV 4 – They get caught!

Damn it! That moron just can’t stop bothering me for one minute while I’m trying to do my homework. He’s just so damn distracting sitting on his bed, scowling at his homework while I have to stare at him from the floor.

“Damn you, Ichigo!” And he has the nerve to look surprised and then scowl at me like I did something to him. Prick.

“What the hell?!”

“I can’t concentrate because of you!”

“What the fuck did I do?”

And now he’s trying the play dumb! I suppose I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.

“You’re distracting me.”

“How?”

“You’re sitting over there… scowling…” …That sounds really lame out loud.

He looks at me very similar to the way a dog looks at you when you blow a dog whistle. “What?”

I’m pretty sure my ears have got to be redder than Renji’s hair because they feel like they’re on fire. “I mean… you’re sitting over there…” Great now I’m going to do one of those full body blushes. “… pouting… It’s kind of-“

“Are you saying my presence is distracting you form your work? And that my pout is cute?” Smirking bastard.

“Urusai! I didn’t say anything of the sort. In fact, I find you very uncute. Quit putting words into my mouth!”

And he smirks.

“But you were thinking it.”

“No, I wasn’t!” My head feels like its going to spontaneously combust; he can be so damn frustrating!

Narrowing his eyes, Ichigo’s smirk widens into one of the grins that reads: you’re about to be molested. He turns himself to where his head is near mine, and he leans over, placing his mouth near my ear, blowing softly.

Hmmm…. I love it when he does that; you know nibbling my earlobe. He may be an idiot, but he’s an idiot that knows how to pleasure me the right way.

“Uryuu…” When he’s turned on he has the sexiest voice; I swear its so low I can feel that raspy graininess resonating through my body. It’s a huge turn on.

So I turn my head enough to give him a kiss, to which he proceeds to suck the oxygen directly from my lungs. I try to part from the kiss but he follows my lips wherever they go. Clearly, I wouldn’t be pulling away if there wasn’t an issue, but there is.

I can’t breathe!

Finally after a few moments of trying to remove my bottom lip from between his teeth, I’m allowed to take in my much needed and valued air, breathing heavily and panting. Unfortunately for him, I glare at him. He should’ve stopped when I tried to pull away.

“Are you trying to kill me via kiss?”

Of course he would smirk. He always fucking smirks, like everything I say is a joke.

Oh.

I feel his hand sliding down my shoulder, underneath the wide collar of my shirt, brushing his long calloused fingers across my sensitive nipplllllle… oh hell!

“Ichigo!” How does he always make me so damn horny like this?

He slides his other hand down my arm, entwining our fingers together. Nudging my head with his nose, he captures my lips in a scorching kiss, he licks my lips in attempt to get permission to enter. Opening my mouth, I draw his tongue in suckling lightly on it, moaning every time it gets away from my own and lashes around my mouth.

I hiss into his mouth when he gives my now taut nipples a rough pinch.

“Aaaaah!” I break the kiss with the moan that’s been bubbling up since we’ve started this. I can feel his urgency rising as the pressure against my lips begins to weight down rather uncomfortably on me.

He withdraws his hands from my shirt, bringing them down to the bottom hem of my shirt. Tugging it upwards, he starts to caress my flat stomach. I can feel my body start to quiver from the feather-light touches, my skin growing goosebumps. His hands travel over my navel, a finger dipping in suggestively. Mmmm…. I love it when he does that. If he ever knew what that did to me, he would either laugh (that bastard) or he would exploit it to no end (that Bastard).

I arch up into his touch, moving a hand to hold his neck, holding him against my neck. Rolling my head to the side, I allow him to nibble, lick, and suck on my neck as he continues to pull my shirt up.

He nudges me forward and tugs my shirt up and over my head, tossing it across the room. “I love your skin, so smooth.”

“Hn.”

Before I can say anything more, he gently bites my earlobe. Gasping I throw my head back, digging my fingers into the nape of his neck, biting my lip to keep from making so much noise. I can’t be too loud because Ichigo’s father and his siblings are downstairs watching TV.

I thread my fingers through his hair tugging more forcefully as the teasing sensations grow into that warm feeling at the bottom of my stomach.

“Do you find some sort of enjoyment from molesting me?”

He pauses for one solitary moment before I feel him smile against my neck. “Probably.”

I smile right back though with gritted teeth. “Dumbass.”

“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to stop.” He wouldn’t… would he? Knowing him, he would just to spite me… damn bastard.

“You stop, I withhold for a month.”

He merely lets out chuckle as he raises himself up, adjusting himself on the bed to where he can reach lower. I feel his hand on my stomach creep to the waistband of my yoga pants. Then asshole runs his rough fingers along the inside of my thigh.

KAMI-SAMA! I love/hate it when he does that; no matter what I can’t help squirming against his hand. It’s the most teasing thing he can do to me and he knows that and carefully exploits that little fact. The last he exploited that little fact, he ended with a burn on his shoulder and an extremely horny Quincy riding him under the cold water of the shower.

“You love doing that, don’t you? Ah!” He makes me sound like a whore. Damn him and his thrifty hands!

“You squirm so sexily. How can I resist?”

“Morooooon…” He’s the evilest tease ever. He moves his hand over the front of my tell-tale bulge, rubbing my half-mast arousal into full attention.

I gasp so hard, I nearly choke on the massive amount of air I breathe in.

*cough* *cough*

“Are you trying to kill me via molestation?” He rubs a bit harder, dragging the keening moan I’ve been holding back, out loud and clear.

“Maybe.”

If this didn’t feel so good, I would hit him. All I can do, and do very loudly, is moan.

“are you trying to call my idiot father up here? Keep it down!” He made me do it. I don’t know why he’s fussing at me. Plus, its really hard to take him seriously when he flushed and sounding so…huskily turned on.

“I don’t care about your father. Just get on with it.”

“Get on with what?” He knows. He just being fucking difficult…

Then he gives me that pointed look that says he wants me to do something. I know what it is he wants me to do. I’m not going to do it.

“I’m not going to say it.”

He rubs a bit more insistently at my now hardened shaft. “Come on.”

“Why?” I inquire with a slight hiss and ragged panting.

“’Cause it turns me on to hear you say it.”

I glare at him from the floor, frowning angrily. “Whatever.” As much as it pains me, I push his hands away from me.

See, it’s statements like that that make me think that he doesn’t value me as anything more than an ass for sex. Granted, there are times that he can be so sweet and caring, but these statements make me angry.

So I move out of his reach, pissed and frustratingly hard. Glaring at him, I pick up my book I had been reading with my back to the bastard.

“Uryuu, come here.”

“Why should I? You just think of me as—“

“No I don’t. Do you think I would put up with you just for sex? If you think that, fuck you! I thought you, of all people would understand, but clearly I was mistaken.” What does he mean? Even though we had that amazing night a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been thinking that what he said before was as close to a confession I was going to get. I thought it was true…

“But the only think you ever want to do is have sex.”

He sits up on the bed, frowning with a bit of anger flitting across his features. “I only want to have sex with you because that’s the closest I feel to you out of the time we’re together. Any other time, you’re so distant, like you don’t really like me ore you’re ashamed of me.”

I feel my eyes widen at that. Am I really like that? In acting like that, am I pushing him away?

“I mean, I really like you and I want to be close to you, but I can’t seem to get close to you unless I’m fucking you.” Then he mumbles something under his breath, pulling himself into Indian-style position. He begins to fiddle with the sheets, avoiding eye contact.

“What did you say?”

“I said that I don’t consider it sex anymore.”

Then what does he call it then? It’s not quite making love but not normal fucking either.

“Don’t ask me what it is. I just know it feels different that before. It’s…” I can tell how his ears have turned the color of Shunsui’s cloak that he’s embarrassed and a little nervous. “It’s nice,” he whispers.

…

…I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know he felt that way. I feel shitty about the way I acted towards him and about the things I said. Damn, I can be an idiot sometimes. Here he’s basically said ‘I love you’ for a while and I still believe he has ulterior motives. Kami-sama, I’m an idiot to not have seen the clear feelings in his eyes.

I rise to my feet and walk slowly towards him, feeling guilt like I’ve never felt before. I’m going to have to make it up to him. Shit! I’m such an idiot!

As I approach him, I reach out and cuddle his face in the palms of my hands, rubbing my thumbs against his cheek.

And fuck if he looks up at me like that, like a kicked puppy.

“Ichigo, I-” He stops me by putting a rough hand on my hip and placing his forehead on my bare stomach.

“Just let me be with you.”

“Okay.” I can’t believe I’m so damn selfish. Idiot.

“Don’t beat yourself up. I did the same thing a while ago, but I let go of any doubts I had.”

He has such… strength; I have always and will always admire him for it.

Unfortunately, all coherent thoughts beyond that last though begin to exit stage left as Ichigo begins placing butterfly kisses across my now quivering abdomen.

Reaching around, he grabs my ass and pulls me flush against his chest. I place my hands on his shoulders to maintain what little balance my weakening knees are allowing me. I slowly bring my hands up to his hair, enjoying the feel of his soft spikes between my fingers as his kisses become more like he’s lapping at my skin.

It turns me on when he’s like this; its like he’s trying to control his need to completely ravage me, but he’s teetering on the edge of his self-control.

“Whoa!” He should really warn me before yanking me flush against him, all the while tugging at my pants. “Try not to make me fall, moron!”

“Quit your bitchin’”

I would have responded to that had he not licked right under the elastic of my pants at my hips. Instead, I double over, moaning so loud, I’m pretty sure the rest of the household heard it.

“I can’t love how sensitive you are.” He mumbles against my stomach as he pulls my pants and underwear down, allowing them to pool around my feet.

“Shut up!”

“Hn…”

He pulls me until I have to crawl onto the bed, sitting in his lap, my long legs wrapped around his waist and hips. I pull him into a kiss filled with pure raw passion. I can feel his erection twitching against mine excitedly. I feel his calloused hand creeping down into the intensely sensitive area of my ass, the crack.

“Fuck!” He’s driving me crazy with his tongue on my neck, swirling me and my libido to new heights of teenage hormonal heights.

“Shit Uryuu… ‘o hot!” I love when he hisses like that. I squirm in his lap, arching into his chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath his soft shirt.

“Your shirt… take it off.” I tug at his shirt, trying to pull it off. I just need to touch him, feel him against me. “Please… hurry…” I don’t think I can wait…

He leans forward and catches my lips as he tugs up on his shirt, swallowing my needy whimper. Our lips part for the brief moment his shirt passes between our lips. As soon as he flings the shirt across the room, I find myself completely overwhelmed by all that is Ichigo; his arms are around me holding me safely against his chest, his lips meshing against mine like he can’t get enough of me.

“As long as you’re here with me, I’m happy.” He kisses my shoulder in such an affectionate manner that I felt an unfamiliar burn behind my eyes. I bite my bottom lip to distract me before I do something truly stupid… like cry.

I don’t have to worry about that as he takes to sucking and biting on my collarbone, leaving his mark on me once again.

Then I hit him aside his head as he bites. Hard.

“Ow, that hurt!”

And he has the nerve to smirk and chuckle.

So I bite his ear, gnawing at his lobe.

He screams.

“Fuck!” Sensitive spot #4639.7. It gets him every time.

“You’re going o draw attention to us if you keep on screaming like that.” He’s just so damn easy to get, so quick to anger.

He narrows his eyes at me, panting as if he just had to tear through four hollows. “You…!”

Without any notification to me, he pitches use forward to where he’s on top of me, my legs locked around his waist still.

“You’re asking for it.” He’s growling now, smirking evilly down at me.

“Asking for what?” I can smirk with the best of them.

Now this is were things get a bit… rough.

He grabs my ankles and throws both of my legs onto his left shoulder, running is fingers suggestively along the inside of my thighs, pressing his arousal against my ass.

“You do know that you have to take off you pants to make this work, right? I figure you’re pretty smart, but…”

“You know, Uryuu, if I were you, I wouldn’t insult the person about to fuck you into the bed.” He pushes my legs over a bit more, leaning down and kissing me heatedly.

What better thing to do than challenge his claim of fucking me ‘into the bed’. So I raise my eyebrow and say, “If you can.”

“Damn you, Uryuu!” He reaches to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping, pulling his pulsating member with a soft groan of relief. He lays his full body against me, with my legs and hip rotated to the side. I feel his hand spreading my cheeks, his finger probing at my entrance.

A few moments into the teasing touches, the wonderful scent of vanilla wafts through my nose. “Where did you get vanilla lube?”

“Ukitake-taichou told me that it’s a really nice scent that kind of acts like an aphrodisiac, just to try it out.”

“Like we really need that.” I snort at the absurd thought of needing an aphrodisiac. We REALLY don’t need help. However…

“It does smell nice.”

“I heard Shunsui-taichou said that to Ukitake-taichou before they went on for four and a half hours.”

“And Ukitake-taichou survived?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh shit!” His fingers are miracle workers; I am putty in his hands when he’s stretching me like this, the almost tender but not quite and the gracing of my prostate… Good fuck in the morning! “Mmmm… hurry it up bastard!”

“Feels that good, eh?” …Moron…

I shoot m arm out and grab hold of his collarbone, strategically placing a finger behind the bone, right where it hurts. “Now.” I figured a little while ago, snarling at Ichigo is one the best ways to get him moving.

Much to my amazement, his eyes roll back as he groans hotly. Who knew Kurosaki Ichigo was slightly masochistic?

“Damn it, you’re gonna make me cum too soon!” he hisses at me.

I don’t want him cumming anywhere except in my ass so I let go of him as he lubes his arousal, which is standing excitedly nearly against his stomach.

I mewl quietly as he palms my ass, spreading my Ichigo-dubbed ‘sweet-ass cheeks’. Grabbing the pillow my head is on, I try to relax as I feel his hardness pushing forward, breeching the ever tight sphincter; I released a choked moan and grip the pillow as I start feeling fuller and fuller. No matter how many times we do this, it always feels like he’s using his arm instead of his penis.

“U… ryuu…pant…” He abruptly stops. I can feel him trembling against me. He must be close. “Too close.” He slowly, carefully seats himself fully in me. He places his hands on the bed by my shoulders, hovering above me, waiting for the rush of pleasure to subside.

He looks down at me and smiles; I smile back up at him, panting heavily. I hook one arm around one of his wrists and kiss his forearm. Things are about to get interesting. How do I know that?

Because when he starts to relax his arms and his breathing isn’t so labored, he’s ready to go.

He pulls his hips back slowly; I watch his arm muscles shift beneath his skin as his body shifts above mine. Our skin rubs together creating sweet sensitive friction, our skin contact heating to outrageous temperatures.

I hum feeling every ridge and vein rubbing against my internal walls as he drags himself out to the tip. The hum soon turns into sharp cry of pleasure with a hint of pain when he thrusts back in rolling his hips against mine. I’m sure he’s going to have little crescent shaped marks along his arm and fingers from my fingernails gouging in.

Letting the top half of his body lower, he rests himself on an elbow, letting our lips barely touch. Bracing himself on one hand and one elbow, he pulls out slow once again, but when he thrusts in, he drives in hard and fast, making the entire bed move up.

Biting my bottom lip, I try to hold back the scream; I let my eyes roll back, my back arching. I’m pretty sure I died a little from the sheer pleasure he is causing me. Clearly, not a bad thing.

He lets his head drop forward, kissing me lightly as he pulls back and thrusts in. With each movement of his hips, he says my name, almost as if that’s his mantra.

The more I hear my name from his lip. Sounding more and more like a prayer, the more it feels like he’s trying to meld with me and completely take over my body as a symbol of ultimate possession. He continues to thrust in, rolling his hips sensually against mine, and then drawing out slowly, rubbing against my prostate with the drawn out exit.

Suddenly, after a few minutes of that powerful rhythm, he completely stops thrusting. He’s in up to the hilt as he pushes slightly forward to kiss me; I can’t stop the gasp that arises. “Are you okay, Uryuu? I’m… pant… not hurting… you, am I?

“I’m… great. Please Ichigo, move. I need… I need…”

“I know.” He runs a hand through my hair, moving my black strands from my vision. He kisses me once again as he makes a shallow thrust and my world turns into a kaleidoscope.

“Oh hell!”

World coming back together quickly… I’m a bit dizzy.

Hm. Well this is new; sitting back up, he grabs my ankles and places both of my legs onto his left shoulder and lifts my hips onto his lap. Making a quick thrust, he adjusts himself until my legs are flush against his body.

He pulls out and thrusts back in, hitting my prostate so hard, little Quincy crosses and Ichigo heads dance in my vision.

I must have screamed because I feel his salty fingers teasing my tongue. Immediately, I wrap my tongue around the two rough digits, sucking lightly.

Apparently it feels good because he starts pounding into me with abandon, ramming directly into the “Spot of a Thousand Pleasures” and Shunsui-taichou once called it.

Oooooh SHIT… not going- … can’t hold back…

Suddenly the world beyond Ichigo and me shatters into what could be compared to Kuchiki-san’s Senbonzaukra. All I feel is intense pleasure that my body reacts nearly violently to: my toes curls as I unknowingly flex my legs impaling myself on Ichigo, half shouting, half moaning my pleasure. My back arches as my hands clench, one around his arm, the other strangling the unfortunate pillow I happened to grasp earlier. And all I can see is Ichigo gritting his teeth above me, growling as he gives one last thrust, emptying himself into me, his hips spasmming with each jolt of orgasm.

As Ichigo is about to lean over and kiss me on the cheek le he usually does after sex, I get a funny shiver down my spine. I also here a light gasp come from the doorway.

“Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit…” becomes my mantra as I slowly turn my head towards the gasp. I don’t really want to look, but I have and idea of who’s standing there, especially since I forgot to tell Ichigo that Rukia, Orihime, and Tatsuki were coming over to hang out and eat dinner. Obviously, important information. Another oversight is that when they would get here, the person who happens to resemble the hollow from my mind theater is also the one to lead them up to my room; in fact, he really looks like Ichigo’s father with his mouth gaping open grotesquely.

I watch in slow motion as Rukia swoons and faints, as Orihime pulls out a video camera from between her bosom right before Tatsuki dragon-kicks Isshin in the head, screaming something akin to, “Knock on your teenage son’s door, bakayarou! I’m never going to get this image out of my head!” Isshin is completely unconscious before he even hits the floor. Tatsuki pushes Orihime down the stairs and slams the door as she pushes Isshin own the stairs with her foot and picks up Rukia.

And Ichigo and me?

We’re still frozen where we were when they came busting in; Ichigo’s still inside though my legs are off his shoulder. I look up at him as he looks down at me; he’s as red as Yumichika’s feather attached to his eyebrows. I’m pretty sure all the blood in my body has decided to make a mass exodus to my head.

“Ichigo? Was that your father standing with Rukia, Orihime, and Tatsuki at the door?” I’m sucking shocked at how ridiculously shocked my voice sounds.

“So I didn’t imagine that?”

There is only one word that could describe what we’re both thinking, and that word is:

FUCK!

AN: Well this chapter was incredibly fun to write. I thought about it a lot see what could make the best ending of this chapter… it almost ended up being angsty. Alas, I chose against it. I don’t like angst mingling with comedy and smut in my stories too much. Anyway, next chapter will be out in the near future. It’ll be the last but the BEST chapter :)