Un Accro

Sorry for the long space between updates. I still have several chapters already written, so it wasn't like I was taking time off to write. I just wanted to be lazy the entire winter holidays, so that's what I did.

But I'm back now and I hope to be putting these out regularly again. If you want to know my strategy for that, I usually wait until my story gets bumped to the second page, rather than put it out once a week or something. I don't know why I do this.

As for reviews, thank you, everyone! And I know there's been some worry about the promised Grimm/Ichi because, I admit, I did write Grimmjow as a tad bit insane. But never fear! Once Ichigo agrees to play along, Grimmjow gets nicer. A little. (But no saner.)

Also, I believe there will be Aizen/Ichigo, but I haven't really planned for it yet. This was originally going to be twenty chapters, but I now realize it will be quite a bit longer. I have what I want to write planned out all the way to chapter 19. But the next new pairing that I plan to introduce is Ulquiorra/Ichigo, which probably won't happen until about chapter 14.

Anyways, on to what you've been waiting for.

--A level playing field--

Ichigo stood outside of Ishida’s apartment, hands in his pockets. He was still a little stressed out over his encounter with the two Espada. As much as he didn’t want to bring it up to Shinji and Urahara, he did want to tell someone.

Ishida seemed like a pretty safe bet. He didn’t really talk to the others and could probably be trusted to keep his mouth shut.

Ichigo raised his hand, but before he could knock on the door, he heard the lock click and the door swung inwards, revealing the dark haired teen.

“Were you planning on knocking anytime tonight, or were you just going to stand outside like a stalker?” Ishida asked, but he didn’t sound angry.

“If I were a stalker, I think I’d be a little bit more discreet,” Ichigo complained, following Ishida into his warm apartment.

“Kurosaki, you couldn’t be ‘discreet’ if you tried. Not with how little control you have over your reiatsu. I could feel you coming from a mile away.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes and sat down at the kitchen table. “Don’t exaggerate.”

Uryuu was busy preparing cups of tea for the two of them and didn’t reply. Ichigo watched him because he could, not even bothering to disguise where his gaze was falling. He stared at Ishida’s hands for awhile, because really, Uryuu had really nice hands, now that Ichigo noticed. But his eyes didn’t linger there for too long; he was much more interested in other parts of Ishida’s anatomy.

And Ishida had a damn fine ass. Even nicer than his hands.

Ishida turned around and Ichigo tried not to flush too hard at the look the other teen was giving him. He could have sworn Uryuu put an extra swing in his hips as he walked towards the table, but Ishida was graceful enough that Ichigo couldn’t tell if the Quincy had always walked like that and he’d just never noticed, because until recently, he certainly never would have paid attention to the way another boy walked, or how nice his hands look, among other things, or if Ishida was just teasing him.

Either way, it made his throat dry and almost made him feel as though he was still under the effects of the hollow’s venom.

Ishida set both cups down and then lifted his hands to press them against the sides of Ichigo’s face. The redhead marveled at how warm they were but then Ishida was kissing him slowly and sweetly and Ichigo wasn’t able to concentrate on much else besides the feel of Ishida’s tongue sliding against his and the taste of green tea that soon melted away.

“I noticed you neglected to bring your school books,” Ishida chided when he pulled away. He didn’t go very far, kissing Ichigo chastely on his cheek as he reprimanded the other boy.

“I didn’t really get the feeling you wanted to study,” Ichigo countered, pulling Ishida in for another kiss. “You don’t need some flimsy pretense to sleep with me.”

Ishida huffed indignantly at that, but he still responded to Ichigo’s sporadic kisses and let himself be pulled onto the redhead’s lap.

“Well next time I’ll be sure to send you a formal invitation reading ‘let’s fuck’.”

“Oh, I’d totally scrapbook that,” Ichigo said sarcastically, slipping his hands underneath Ishida’s shirt and placing his palms flat against the Quincy’s warm skin.

“Ah, Ichigo,” Uryuu gasped. “Your hands are cold.”

“So warm them up for me,” Ichigo replied, pushing his hands further up Ishida’s shirt and stroking his thumbs over the other teen’s nipples.

Ishida let his head fall forward, burying his face in Ichigo’s neck as he made a small sound of pleasure, his hips jerking slightly. The rest of Ichigo’s fingers were just over Uryuu’s ribs and his attentions were just shy of tickling. Uryuu squirmed anyway, because he knew Ichigo would like it and uttered a slightly theatrical moan.

He really wanted this time with Kurosaki to be different. He wanted them to take their time, but considering Ichigo’s normal personality, he probably wasn’t all that patient even without the hollow’s venom working against him. But by god, if Ishida had to tie him up to get a little bit of cooperation, he would do it if it meant he would have enough time to fully explore his classmate’s body.

He wasn’t sure how Ichigo would react to being tied up. Of course Ishida wasn’t an idiot and he knew that Ichigo had been sleeping with both Urahara and that annoying blonde Vaizard on a regular basis, but he didn’t know if Ichigo had any experience with such a thing. Probably so, though Ishida didn’t know if Urahara was even half as perverted as he came off as. He just seemed like the type to have a Saint Andrew’s cross stashed somewhere in that shop of his.

Not that Ishida didn’t have his own little collection of fun toys, but the selection was fairly limited and he’d never had the chance to use any of his objects out on someone else.

“Are you going to drink your tea or not?” Ishida finally asked, his voice a little strangled.

Ichigo shivered at the way Uryuu’s breath puffed warmly against his skin but he pulled his hands out from underneath the other teen’s shirt. He could have been imagining it, but he thought he heard Ishida whimper a little at the loss of contact.

“Are you complaining?” Ichigo teased, resting his hands on Ishida’s hips.

“I don’t fancy being bent over the table,” Ishida replied with a sniff. “I know you’re impatient, but you could at least wait until we get to the bedroom.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

Ishida pulled back slightly to give him a puzzled look. “Like what, exactly?”

“Like being in bed before… you know,” Ichigo said, feeling uncomfortable at how Ishida was staring at him.

“Oh,” Uryuu said. “Well—”

“All I’m saying is maybe you need to be more adventurous. Like, we could do it on your balcony or something.”

Ishida looked a little appalled at the idea. “Kurosaki, I only live on the second floor. Just because most people can’t see you if you’re in your spirit form, doesn’t mean I have the same advantage. That would be… disastrous.”

“Adventurous,” Ichigo argued with a smile.

“I’ll show you adventurous,” Ishida said crossly, getting up from Ichigo’s lap and tugging on the redhead’s wrist.

With a lopsided grin that he couldn’t seem to rid himself of, Ichigo let himself be pulled down the hallway.

“What about the tea?” Ichigo asked, trying not to let laughter slip into his voice.

“Fuck the tea,” Uryuu replied, shouldering open his door and leading Ichigo into his bedroom. He pushed Ichigo onto the bed before leaving to rifle around in his closet, looking for the shoebox where he kept his supplies. He could literally feel Ichigo staring at his ass, but he had to look back to confirm it, rolling his eyes at the way the substitute Shinigami was grinning.

Finally finding what he was looking for, Ishida turned around, box in hand, and approached the bed. Ichigo’s grin faded into a look of curiosity and the teen settled back onto the bed, wondering what sort of ‘adventurous’ supplies the Quincy would pull out. His smile returned when Ishida removed a pair of leather cuffs.

“Well damn,” Ichigo said. “I have to admit I’m impressed. And a little surprised. I had no idea you were so—”

“Since you’re not running screaming to the door, I’ll assume you’ve already got experience with these.”

“You can say that again,” Ichigo agreed.

Uryuu rolled his eyes, completely unsurprised.

“Are those the only kind of cuffs you’ve got?”

Ishida looked up sharply, wondering just how much experience Ichigo had with being tied up—or with tying up. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all, I was just curious.”

“Well, I can put an end to that,” Ishida said a little crankily, pulling out a ball gag.

“No,” Ichigo said, completely serious.

“What?”

“I said no,” Ichigo repeated. “I’m not fucking letting you gag me.”

Ishida blinked in surprise. “I—really?”

“I just don’t like them, okay?” Ichigo said, looking away from Ishida to glare at the wall.

“Alright,” Ishida said, not willing to push the issue. He’d only wanted to have fun with Ichigo; he’d had no idea he would get an adverse reaction to the gag considering Ichigo seemed just fine with the cuffs.

Getting onto the bed, he crawled towards Ichigo, still holding the leather restraints. Ichigo was still glaring at the wall, refusing to look at him. Ishida felt his stomach twist; this wasn’t how he wanted the night to go at all. He settled next to Ichigo’s legs and pressed a kiss to Ichigo’s clothed knee in apology.

Next he pushed Ichigo’s shirt up a little so he could kiss the other teen’s flat stomach, right beneath his navel. The muscles in the Vaizard’s abdomen twitched, but Ichigo didn’t make any move to stop Ishida’s advances.

Uryuu kissed Ichigo’s chest through his shirt, then his neck, his cheek, his forehead, smoothing out the wrinkle that had formed there. Ichigo’s breathing slowly slowed and the Shinigami lifted his hands to Ishida’s waist. Finally, Uryuu kissed Ichigo’s slightly parted lips, sliding his tongue in hesitantly. Ichigo pulled away not too long after and Ishida’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I’m sorry,” Ichigo said softly, removing one hand from Ishida’s waist so that he could lift the Quincy’s face up and kiss his neck. “The first time I ever had one of those used on me was not the best of experiences. It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just don’t like them.”

“It’s okay,” Uryuu replied, breath hitching when Ichigo bit down lightly on his skin. “Thank you for telling me. Is there anything else I should know about you?”

“My safe word is—”

“Ichigo, I was only going to tie you up because you’re so impatient and I just wanted to take my time. If you tell me to stop, I will.”

“Take your time?”

Ishida flushed a little, squirming in Ichigo’s hold. “Well last time, you were in quite a hurry,” Uryuu said in explanation. “I just want to be able to touch you until I’m satisfied.”

Ichigo smiled and gently rolled them over so he was pinning Ishida against the mattress. “You could have just said so. We can take as long as you want, but it’s no fair if you get to have all the fun.”

“Oh,” Ishida said weakly, shaking as he felt Ichigo’s half hard cock against his thigh.

Ichigo started kissing his neck, starting right beneath his jaw and doing his best to leave no centimeter of skin untouched. When he reached the fluttering patch of skin over Ishida’s pulse, he bit down delicately and worried the bit of skin with his teeth, wanting to leave a mark. Ishida’s hands were tangled in his hair as the Quincy wriggled underneath Ichigo’s firm weight. Of course he’d said slow, but this was just torture—

But his breath was caught in his throat and he couldn’t tell Ichigo to just move on already. His nipples, which had always been particularly sensitive, were aching now, rubbing against the fabric of his shirt as he pressed his chest up against Ichigo’s.

Ichigo was worrying at his collarbones now, leaving neat little rows of marks on Ishida’s quivering skin. He slid his tongue apologetically over the abused flesh, lapping at the notch between Ishida’s clavicles and tugging at the top button of the dark haired teen’s shirt. Ishida moaned because finally it appeared as though Ichigo was going to put his mouth where Ishida most wanted it.

Ichigo kissed and nipped at the smooth skin he was revealing inch by inch, relishing the way Ishida was already moaning and wiggling for him. It felt nice to finally be the one in charge of a sexual encounter and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He smiled when Ishida whimpered as Ichigo ran a thumb over the other teen’s nipple, the thin cloth of Ishida’s shirt rubbing over it.

Ichigo undid the rest of Uryuu’s buttons and started exploring the Quincy’s chest in earnest, running his tongue over developing muscles, avoiding his nipples for the time being. Ichigo nuzzled down Ishida’s stomach, smiling as the other teen tugged on his hair in an effort to get more attention where he wanted it.

“You said slow, right?” Ichigo asked, licking over Ishida’s navel.

“Nngh,” Uryuu replied, trying to formulate an intelligent response and failing. “Slow, not torturous,” he finally managed.

“Mm,” Ichigo said in understanding, kissing his way back up Ishida’s chest to one of his little nipples.

Ishida moaned, arching his back to encourage more contact from Ichigo’s tongue, rocking his hips fitfully and whimpering when Ichigo gently bit down. Ichigo licked the nipple under his mouth apologetically before moving to treat the other similarly, tugging on it with his teeth to hear Ishida’s breaths become even more labored.

“Come on,” Ichigo said, sitting up, much to Ishida’s dismay. Ichigo pulled the Quincy up with him and pulled off his unbuttoned shirt before ridding himself of his own.

He pushed Ishida back down onto the bed and started fumbling with the dark haired teen’s belt. Uryuu wasn’t being any help at all, wiggling uncontrollably beneath Ichigo and kissing any patch of skin that came in reach of his lips. Ichigo grinned in triumph when he finally managed to undo the belt, immediately starting on Ishida’s pants.

He certainly wasn’t bothering with ‘slow’ anymore and Ishida didn’t seem to want him to. It looked like Uryuu wanted to be fucked, and Ichigo was more than happy to oblige the smaller teen.

“You got lube in that box of yours?” Ichigo asked, tugging Ishida’s pants off impatiently.

“Nnh?” Ishida asked, obviously not paying attention to what the other teen was saying.

“Lube,” Ichigo repeated. “You got any?” He kissed Ishida’s stomach again, a little amused to find that the Quincy had forgone underwear for the evening. Not that he was complaining.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think saliva would cover it—it was one of Shinji’s favorite ways of slicking him up, and he’d survived just fine—but he thought Ishida might appreciate it if he were a little gentler than that. All the same, he rolled Ishida over onto his stomach and sucked on two of his own fingers before rubbing them teasingly over Ishida’s hole.

“Ah!” Ishida gasped, as Ichigo slipped one in all the way to the knuckle. “Y-yes…”

“Well, go get it,” Ichigo said, crooking his finger experimentally, knowing he’d found what he was looking for when Ishida let out a moan completely different from the others he’d heard that evening.

“I can’t—” Ishida wailed, rocking his hips backwards.

“Sure you can,” Ichigo persuaded with a wicked grin that Ishida fortunately couldn’t see. “Come on, hands and knees.”

Ichigo figured Ishida must have been pretty far gone not to argue with him, struggling with trembling limbs to get up. Ishida almost buckled when Ichigo inserted another finger, but managed not to fall flat on his face.

“You don’t really—”

“I do really,” Ichigo interrupted. “If you don’t think you can get it, we’ll just do it like this.”

Ishida moaned, almost tempted to just say fuck it and let Ichigo fuck him with saliva alone. But he managed to crawl to the foot of the bed where his shoebox was and find the bottle of lube inside. He didn’t think he’d have been able to do it if Ichigo had been thrusting his fingers in and out of him like he’d been expecting.

“Give it to me,” Ichigo said, starting to do just that.

Ishida really did collapse then, the box falling off the bed with the clatter, the contents spilling all over the floor. Ishida managed to hold onto the bottle though, clutching at it desperately before he managed to pass it back to Ichigo’s waiting hand.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ichigo asked, not giving Uryuu a chance to answer before Ichigo slicked up his fingers with the lube and pushed three of them straight into Ishida’s ass, searching for his prostate.

Ishida grit his teeth around another wail, fingers clutching at the sheets. “Are you going to fuck me or not?” he shouted.

Ichigo grinned. “Who’s impatient now?” he teased, but slicked his cock up with his free hand and before Ishida had time to miss the feel of his fingers, Ichigo was already pushing in.

To Ichigo, Ishida felt heavenly and, judging by the sounds the Quincy was making, Ichigo cock inside of him didn’t feel half bad. Ichigo had lost all of his patience by now too, thrusting roughly into the boy beneath him. The last time he’d got to fuck anybody had been, in fact, the last time he’d been with Ishida.

The rest of his experience included getting fucked by Shinji, or by Urahara. Or Urahara would fuck Shinji while Shinji fucked him or the other way around, with Ichigo always on the bottom. He’d brought this up to the two blondes and they’d just laughed it off and then took turns fucking him. Bastards.

It was a relief to be with Ishida again, to sleep with someone he really felt he was on equal standing with, who didn’t have decades of experience and perversion to use against him.

Ichigo was having difficulties keeping these thoughts together though. The friction was getting to him, as were Ishida’s moans and whimpers, punctuated by desperate little cries whenever Ichigo’s cock hit his prostate. Not wanting to be the one who came first, Ichigo reached around to grab Uryuu’s cock, stroking it maybe twice before the Quincy convulsed beneath him, his muscles clamping down around Ichigo as he came with a long, thin moan.

Ichigo grit his teeth and pushed in one last time before the clenching heat of Ishida’s passage around his cock dragged him over. Ichigo rolled over onto his side before collapsing next to Uryuu, pulling the Quincy to him so that they were spooning as they worked to catch their breath.

“Next time,” Ishida said, nearly breathless, “I’m fucking you.”

“Uh-huh,” Ichigo agreed sleepily, pressing his face against Uryuu’s sweaty neck.

“I’m serious,” Ishida continued, still panting.

“Yeah, next time,” Ichigo said, his breath stirring the damp hairs on the back of Ishida’s neck. “Promise.”

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As always reviews are very much appreciated.

Next chapter features the Grimm/Ichi love hotel scene! I know you guys are just so excited.

I need to do a bit of fixing it up, because at this point, Orihime is still around, so she hasn't been able to fix Grimmjow's arm, and I don't know if I kept that in mind while writing chapter 9, so I want to read over it to make sure everything fits.