Un Accro

CRAP CRAP I have a feeling that I never figured out what I wanted Shinji's slow word to be last chapter and I just left it blank. OH FUCKING LOL! I'm so embarrassed....

ANYWAYS, his safe word and slow word come from the fic that first introduced me to the concept of shibari (to which I will forever be grateful). I can't remember the title, but it's a Dir en grey fic by my favorite author for that fandom, SB.

So, uh, happy holidays and enjoy!

--No primrose path--

Ichigo had been feeling a little strange all morning, but it didn’t seem to be because he was sick. No fever, no sore throat or anything, but he could tell something was off. Thankfully it remained tolerable throughout the school day, putting him a little off balance, but not enough to make anyone notice.

Except for Ishida, who was currently blocking his way home from school.

“It’s happening again, isn’t it?” the Quincy demanded and it took Ichigo a few seconds to catch on.

Trust Uryuu to notice what was wrong with him before he did. He was obviously going to have to make a detour on the way home.

“Yeah, I was just on my way to Urahara’s,” Ichigo lied.

Ishida pushed up his glasses. “Isn’t that in the other direction?”

“Ah… so it is,” Ichigo said, trying not to blush. Now that he knew what was wrong with him, he could feel it, the need uncurling inside of him.

“You didn’t even know, did you?” Uryuu shook his head. “Well…”

“Well what,” Ichigo demanded, realizing that the dark haired teen wanted something in particular from him.

“Well, you’ve been missing so much class lately due to hollow activity, I doubt you’re capable of comprehending the homework for this new lesson so—”

Ichigo was fuming. In fact, he was so angry, he was about to slam that lithe body into the wall and kiss him silly—no. No, not good. “The hell are you implying?” Ichigo asked, all the while repeating the mantra don’t picture Ishida naked in his head. It wasn’t working.

“So maybe you could come over and I’ll help you work through it,” the Quincy finally said, the words sounding as though they had been wrenched from him. “If you’re not otherwise occupied later this evening, of course.”

Ichigo blinked in surprise. He didn’t really think Uryuu was inviting him over to study, but then again, the Quincy was a little weird like that, but something told Ichigo that Ishida was inviting him over to fuck.

Not that he minded in the least.

“Yeah,” Ichigo said, “if I’ve got… time tonight, I’ll swing by.”

Ishida nodded before turning sharply on his heel and leaving. Ichigo stared after him for a few moments before turning around himself and heading to Urahara’s.

Jinta was chasing Ururu around the yard, though neither of them so much as glanced his way as he entered the shop; he was a familiar enough presence now and his comings and goings were just looked over.

He found Urahara lounging out back, enjoying the fall weather. He didn’t look up as Ichigo approached, but the teen knew that Urahara was aware of his presence.

“It’s happening again,” Ichigo said, voice subdued.

They’d made a lot of progress figuring out how Ichigo’s new condition worked, but both Urahara and Shinji had agreed that they couldn’t come to any real conclusions until they had Ichigo under the influence of the hollow’s reiatsu once again.

Ichigo couldn’t really bring himself to think of it as an inconvenience, as he first had. If he hadn’t had that run in with the hollow, he wouldn’t be getting spectacularly laid on a regular basis. So he definitely wasn’t complaining.

Urahara looked at him closely. It was true Ichigo looked a little flushed, but he thought the teen was doing a remarkable job containing himself in comparison to his last episode.

“You see to be handling it a lot better this time around, Kurosaki-kun,” Urahara remarked from behind his fan, the shadow of his hat obscuring his eyes.

“Not really,” Ichigo said, watching some leaves skitter across the ground in the wind. “Last time it got progressively worse until it was taken care of.”

“I see,” Urahara said, standing and leading the boy back into the shop. “Well, I’d better call Shinji then.”

Ichigo nodded and while Urahara went to the phone, Ichigo retreated to the blonde’s room. His clothes felt hot and itchy, so he pulled them off and folded them before placing them in the corner.

The air in the shop was comfortable, helping to soothe Ichigo’s nearly feverish skin. Ichigo smiled, thinking back to his day at school. He could hardly believe Ishida had propositioned him. He really wanted to introduce the Quincy to some of the things he’d been trying with Shinji and Urahara, but he didn’t really have anything of his own that he could bring over to the other teen’s apartment and he knew he wouldn’t feel comfortable asking to borrow anything.

He didn’t think Shinji or Urahara would be jealous, but he didn’t much feel like bringing it up. He’d just have to improvise. Laying back on the futon, Ichigo continued to think about his dark haired friend, imagining what he would do to him later that evening.

First, Ichigo thought, he would tie Ishida up with ropes the same color as his eyes. Of course, he’d probably have to make do with something else in reality, but it was nice to think about. Uryuu, who always looked beautiful, would look even more so, especially once Ichigo started taking his time sucking and kissing all that beautiful skin.

They hadn’t been able to take their time before—Ichigo had been too frantic—but the Vaizard damn sure wanted to this time. He’d make Ishida scream in frustration, cry and beg for release and still… Ichigo would hold out until he was fucking satisfied, until he’d memorized every beauty mark, every dip and swell of skin.

Ichigo reached a hand down to his cock and started stroking himself. Once he’d brought Ishida to orgasm, he’d have the Quincy get on his knees and suck him off. Picturing his friend’s lips stretched around his cock, Ichigo moaned, tightening his grip.

He was going to fuck Ishida rotten, fuck him in the bedroom, over the kitchen table, in the shower, up against the wall, anywhere he could get him and he’d make Uryuu come and come and come—

Ichigo’s orgasm swept over him, ripping a moan out of his throat. He fell back against the futon, panting and—frustratingly—still hard.

“Shit, Ichigo,” Shinji said from the doorway, causing Ichigo to look up. “I’m a little hurt you couldn’t wait for us.”

Ichigo wanted to glower at Shinji, but all he could manage was a sort of desperate pleading look. The blonde smiled at him, stepping out of the doorway and into the room. Urahara followed him in, watching how Ichigo was running his fingers lazily in the cooling seed coating his abdomen.

Shinji had told him that Ichigo had shed his inhibitions the first time he had been influenced by the hollow’s reiatsu, and Urahara had believed the other blonde, but to be experiencing it first hand brought home to him the danger of the situation. This train of thought became increasingly hard to follow as he watched Shinji kneel between Ichigo’s spread legs so he could lean down and lick the come off of the teen’s stomach.

“Have anything in mind you want to do tonight?” Shinji asked.

Ichigo didn’t even appear to hear him, but Urahara knew the question wasn’t for the teen in the first place. “I think it would be best if I watch.”

“Really?” Shinji asked, lifting his head and causing Ichigo to moan at the loss, the teen’s hands rising to tangle in the blonde hair in front of him to try and urge the other Vaizard back to more important attentions.

“At least until we’ve got the problem under control again. I just want to make sure I’m not distracted.”

“Uh-huh,” Shinji said as though he didn’t believe Urahara in the slightest. “This is all about research, of course. I’m sure it has nothing to do with you being into voyeurism or anything.”

Urahara smiled. “That part is… negligible,” he argued.

“How do you want us then?” Shinji asked.

“Get Ichigo on his knees and take him from behind. I want to see his face.”

Shinji grinned and pulled away from the teen so he could quickly undress, making sure to grab the lube from his pocket before stashing his clothes with Ichigo’s. Coming back to the complaining teen, he started doing as Urahara had instructed, urging Ichigo to roll over before helping him kneel up.

He considered slicking his fingers so he could stretch Ichigo quickly and get right to the fucking but there was something he’d been wanting to try for awhile and now seemed as good a time as any. With a wicked grin, he gently pushed Ichigo down so he was resting on his elbows.

“Shinji, I meant—”

“Just let me work, would you?” Shinji asked, but he didn’t sound annoyed in the least. “I just wanna try something.”

Urahara was about to continue arguing when he realized what Shinji was about to do. Settling down comfortably so he could still clearly see the teen’s face, Urahara watched the two of them intently.

Shinji rubbed his hands down Ichigo’s quivering back, pressing kisses over the teen’s spine. Ichigo was breathing heavily, hips rocking fitfully even before Shinji moved to part his cheeks, watching the teen’s little hole twitch under his inspection. Extending his tongue, he slowly licked upwards, starting from behind Ichigo’s balls until the redhead was moaning loudly—though in protest or plea, Shinji couldn’t tell which—at the wet, invasive touch swirling around his hole.

Ichigo’s hips were wiggling frantically, but Shinji kept a firm grip on them, not letting Ichigo get any more or less of the sensations Shinji was affording him. He removed one hand though, in order to stretch the teen further. Licking his fingers, he inserted one all the way to the knuckle, relishing the desperate noises he was managing to wrench from Ichigo’s mouth.

“How’s he looking?” Shinji asked, thrusting two spit slicked fingers inside of the young Vaizard.

Urahara didn’t respond for a long moment. Shinji glanced up at him to find the shopkeeper absolutely transfixed, his gaze intent on Ichigo’s face.

“Absolutely—lovely,” Urahara said, his voice a little rough. “Like he’s not entirely sure if he likes it yet or not.”

Shinji laughed and went back to work, sliding his tongue in next to his fingers. With the way Ichigo was trembling beneath him, he was fairly confident that the redhead was close to another orgasm, so he slipped in another finger and searched out Ichigo’s prostate.

Ichigo’s hips jerked when Shinji found it, ruthlessly teasing it with his fingers. He pulled back slightly so he could watch his fingers slide in and out of the boy.

“How long are you planning on teasing him?” Urahara asked, sounding like he had gained a little more control over himself, albeit minute.

“I just want to make him come again. Then I’ll fuck him.”

Ichigo moaned at Shinji’s words, rocking back on the blonde’s fingers. He certainly didn’t have any objections to that plan, but he desperately wanted to feel Shinji inside of him, so he slipped one hand down to wrap around his cock. He wailed when Shinji pulled his hand away.

“Who said you’re allowed to touch yourself, huh? You can come like this.”

Ichigo shook his head in denial, wanting to come and now. He didn’t think he could come again with his cock going untouched, no matter how wonderful Shinji’s fingers thrusting inside of him felt.

“Oh honestly, Shinji,” Urahara said, “don’t you think you’re being a little cruel?”

Ichigo moaned in agreement.

“Fine, since it seems I’ve been outvoted—” Shinji reached down and curled the fingers of the hand that had been gripping Ichigo’s hip around the teen’s cock, striking the boy’s prostate at the same time.

Ichigo shouted, his arms giving out underneath him as he came, jets of come spilling over Shinji’s hand and striking the sheets beneath him.

“Happy now?” Shinji asked, before withdrawing his fingers and fumbling with getting his cock lubed up before thrusting straight into Ichigo’s stretched hole.

Ichigo cried out, clutching at the sheets beneath him. He’d come twice already and was still hard, his brain foggy with lust, unsure of just how much more he could take. Needy sounds were building in his throat and with each thrust, another moan escaped him.

He couldn’t resist as one of Shinji’s hands reached around him to press against his chest, lifting him until they were both kneeling upright. Ichigo moaned loudly, not just at the change in the angle of Shinji’s thrusts, but at the glimpse he had caught of Urahara watching his face so closely.

One of the things he had come to enjoy most about their encounters was being blindfolded. It never made much sense to him, but he loved the feeling of being hidden, even though he knew it was just an illusion and he wasn’t hidden from either of his lovers at all. There was something about lacking a blindfold during their games that always made him a little uncomfortable and now, even affected with the hollow’s reiatsu, was no exception.

He tried to turn his head and press his face against Shinji’s neck, closing his eyes so he could try and pretend he was blindfolded, but at Urahara’s instruction, Shinji used one hand to grip his chin and turn his face back to the other blonde so that Urahara could better watch his face.

Ichigo whined in protest, trying to shake his head from Shinji’s grasp, but he was held fast. He didn’t even have time to form another protest before he felt reiatsu pressing in on him. He entirely forgot Urahara was even watching him as he desperately rocked backwards onto Shinji’s cock.

It took him a moment, but he realized that in addition to Shinji’s reiatsu, Urahara’s was pulsing around him as well. Conjoined, it was like sharp sparks of electricity running all over his skin, pressing, holding, stroking, a multitude of hands wringing from him whatever they wanted.

The wound on his shoulder felt raw, but not painful, and throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He didn’t even realize that he was begging for release, though he was aware that his lips were moving.

Shinji started placing kisses along the edge of the wound, sending Ichigo into fits of thrashing, having completely lost the rhythm Shinji had set for them. When Shinji bit down on his shoulder, Ichigo let loose a scream sounding as though it had come straight from the pit of his stomach and came hard, his cock entirely untouched.

Shinji caught him easily as he slumped forward, still fucking him until the blonde came as well, teeth and cock buried in Ichigo’s flesh. All three of them were breathing raggedly, and Shinji noticed that Urahara was rocking into his own hand, watching Ichigo closely.

“You want me to take care of that?” Shinji asked, pulling out of Ichigo and laying the exhausted teen down on the futon.

“If you don’t mind,” Urahara replied breathlessly, removing his hand from his cock as Shinji crawled towards him.

Ichigo watched through slitted eyes as the two blondes shared a kiss as Shinji fumbled with the ties to Urahara’s pants. As soon as Shinji had the older looking blonde’s pants pushed down over his hips, he pulled his lips away from Urahara’s and started kissing down the other man’s throat while his hand moved in the shopkeeper’s lap.

Ichigo couldn’t tear his eyes away when Shinji moved his head down to Urahara’s lap, replacing his hand with his mouth. There was a livid red mark on the older looking blonde’s neck, purplish in the dark.

Urahara had his head thrown back, moaning as Shinji sucked him off, his hands tangled in straw colored hair. Ichigo thought that the shopkeeper was too caught up in what Shinji was doing to pay him any mind, but the blonde opened his eyes and looked over to Ichigo to find the teen watching.

Ichigo felt his face flush and he quickly looked away, but not before he saw a smile spread across the Shinigami’s face. Closing his eyes only made it worse, the wet sounds of Shinji’s mouth just barely audible under Urahara’s throaty moans making him wish he hadn’t come already, that he could join in with the two of them.

Ichigo pressed his face into the sheets beneath him, panting as he heard Urahara come. Moments later, he felt a warm weight press against him. It was Shinji who gently turned his head and kissed him, the taste of Urahara still strong on his tongue. Ichigo whimpered and let Shinji kiss him to his heart’s content, his breath hitching when he felt Urahara join them to start nibbling the side of Ichigo’s neck.

Ichigo moaned; he didn’t think he was going to be up to visiting Uryuu later that night.

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Ichigo was a little surprised when Urahara and Shinji let him go without much of a fuss, but they told him they had things to talk about and pretty much kicked him out. Shinji had said to go do his homework, which Ichigo had had several comebacks for, none of which Shinji appeared to actually hear.

But he’d wanted to stop by Uryuu’s place anyway, and even if he wasn’t sure how much fooling around he could do with the other teen, he still felt like he needed to talk with the dark haired Quincy.

He was trying to plan it out in his mind, exactly what he would say even though he knew it was no use; when it came to the other teen, it was just better to play things by ear. Uryuu never reacted quite how Ichigo thought he might.

So caught up in his thoughts, Ichigo didn’t even notice that he was being followed.

He was almost to Ishida’s apartment complex when the person following him finally got fed up and fell into step with the teen, walking down the street with Ichigo as though such a thing was perfectly normal.

“Grimmjow!” Ichigo snarled, stopping in his tracks and assuming a fighting stance. He glanced around the street, relieved to find it empty; he didn’t want any humans to get caught between them at the wrong time.

“Shinigami,” Grimmjow said with his typical maniacal grin. “You always so fucking dense, or you got something caught in that orange head of yours?”

Ichigo reached for his badge, slamming it to his chest so that he could take on the teal haired Espada. As soon as he was outside of his body, something in Grimmjow changed. The Arrancar cocked his head at him, giving him a weird look.

“Well, what the hell are you waiting for?” Ichigo demanded. “I’m not in the fucking mood for your bullshit today, Grimmjow, so let me just kick your ass now so I can go about my day.”

Grimmjow snorted, his grin returning. “As if you could,” the Espada laughed.

Ichigo raised his sword as Grimmjow took a step closer, but it didn’t look like the Arrancar was approaching him in order to land a hit. Instead it looked like he was curious, his eyes still holding something Ichigo couldn’t quite place.

“God, you reek of that fucking blonde,” Grimmjow finally said, sneering to show what he thought of that. “His reiatsu is all over you, too. What are you, his bitch?”

Ichigo’s eyes widened in both shock and fury.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” Grimmjow crowed. “God, you’re more pathetic than I thought!”

“Shut up!” Ichigo shouted. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

“I guess it’s no surprise,” Grimmjow continued as though Ichigo hadn’t interrupted him. Then the Espada’s expression soured. “Who does that son of a bitch think he is, anyway?”

Ichigo didn’t know how to respond to that, so he didn’t. He just tightened his grip on Zangetsu and waited for his chance to attack.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Grimmjow demanded, starting to circle Ichigo, the look on his face turning to cold fury. “Fuck, does he buy you flowers, Shinigami?”

“Fuck you, Grimmjow,” Ichigo said through clenched teeth.

“No,” Grimmjow said, “no. He thinks you’re his prey.”

Ichigo stood there shocked. He had no idea what had come over the Espada, unable to make sense of the confusing things the other was saying, why he wasn’t attacking.

Grimmjow bared his teeth. “Who does he think he is?” Grimmjow repeated. “You’re my prey, and I’ll fucking drill that through his fucking blonde head as many times as it takes.

“What the fuck?” Ichigo said, though more to the open air than to his opponent. He didn’t think he could reason with Grimmjow that normal people didn’t think like that. Prey was for animals, not—well, come to think of it, Grimmjow was more animal than human. Thinking of Ichigo as prey was probably completely logical to the feline Arrancar.

Ichigo barely had time to react before Grimmjow attacked, raising his sword just in time to avoid the hit.

“Lemme guess,” Grimmjow said, “that fucking hollow-wannabe probably whispers sweet nothings in your ear, right? Probably treats you like a fucking girl. You a girl, Shinigami?”

Ichigo blocked another attack, refusing to answer. That would probably just encourage the teal haired bastard.

“Come on, that shit ain’t for us.”

“There is no ‘us’,” Ichigo finally shouted, swiping at Grimmjow with his sword.

Grimmjow just laughed at him. “I meant for those like us. Fighters, Shinigami. Bet you like it rough. Don’t worry, I’ll be more than happy to oblige!”

Ichigo tried not to roll his eyes; he couldn’t believe he was actually having this conversation. “Thanks, but no thanks,” Ichigo said sarcastically, blocking another blow. “And you’ve got it all wrong.”

“Is that right?” Grimmjow asked, feinting to the left.

Ichigo bought it and a second later found himself slammed against a nearby wall. Grimmjow put his face right next to the teen’s, grinning wildly. “So tell me what it is like, Shinigami,” the Espada said in a low voice, probably meant to be sexy, but coming out a little creepy and a lot insane. It send a shiver down Ichigo’s spine, but for an entirely different reason it was intended to. The Espada’s breath smelled like rotting meat, but Ichigo knew better than to bring it up.

Grimmjow was pawing at his clothes, pushing his uniform down over one shoulder. The teal haired Arrancar stopped suddenly when he reached skin that felt different than that around it, hot to the touch and bumpy like scar tissue.

“The hell is this?” Grimmjow asked, pulling his face away from Ichigo’s to closer inspect what he had found. He sniffed at the wound delicately before making a face and pulling back. “Did blondie give this to you? Because damn, I have to say, I’m impressed. That’s one hell of a mark.”

“No, Shinji didn’t give this to me,” Ichigo snapped, struggling in Grimmjow’s grasp.

“No,” Grimmjow agreed. “He didn’t. Well isn’t that—”

“Grimmjow.”

Both Ichigo and Grimmjow looked up at the calm voice that cut through their bickering.

“Fuck—” Grimmjow swore. He didn’t release his hold on Ichigo.

“How many times—” Ulquiorra began, but Grimmjow interrupted him.

“You can run along now and suck Aizen’s dick. I’m almost done here.”

Ulquiorra didn’t look particularly phased by the insult, but he had noticed the wound on Ichigo’s shoulder that Grimmjow had gone back to examining. Though the teal haired Arrancar didn’t look it, he was still focusing half of his attention on his superior, not trusting the other Espada at his back, and for good reason.

“This is not a request, Grimmjow,” Ulquiorra said, quickly losing interest in the Vaizard held in the other’s grasp.

Grimmjow looked on the verge of arguing further, but he slammed Ichigo into the wall once more for good measure and left, not even casting a backwards glance as he and Ulquiorra stepped through the portal to Hueco Mundo.

Ichigo picked himself up and straightened his uniform before walking back to his body, feeling a little dazed. He didn’t know if Grimmjow had discovered what was wrong with him, though he had the feeling he was going to have to be a little bit more careful around Aizen’s creatures from now on.

He debated whether or not to tell Shinji and Urahara. On the one hand, he didn’t want to worry them unnecessarily, and on the other, he knew they’d be furious if they found out he was keeping something about his condition a secret from them. But honestly, he didn’t think it would prove to be much of a problem, so he would just let things be for now.

Besides, it was getting dark and he had a fun night planned. Worrying about the Espada would just have to come later.

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So the plot thickens! I completely forgot Grimmjow was even in this story. Which is surprising, because I've already written the Grimm/Ichi love hotel scene.

Again, if you notice any stupid mistakes on my part, notify me asap so I'm not too embarrassed by a lot of people reading them.

As always, thanks to everyone who reviews, I really appreciate them all.

Next chapter is... Ichigo/Ishida, according to my chapter list.