Life’s Equation

I DON'T OWN THEM, If I did....well....they wouldn't ever wear clothes, the hollows wouldn't ever get killed and every page would have hot bishi smex all over it. Anyways...Bleach is owned by A rich, very famous anime artist, not me. Knowing that, lets move on!

This story contains adult situations IE hot, slick, nose bleed inducing sex between men! If you don't like this sorta thing, don't read. If I get hate mail, it is because you didn't read this warning! If you like what you see, photos go on sale next week...if Ichigo doesn't kill me! ~Dodges razor sharp sword~


Ishida had always been good in school, always getting the top markers, always getting the praise of teachers, principals and his friends and family. He could answer any question, crack any problem and figure out any equation. There was just ONE thing that he could not do and that one thing bugged him the most of all.

As Quincies went, he was a spectacular archer, far better than his grandfather had been. He had always been gifted with high spirit energy and high endurance. None of these gifts and talents could ever conquer that one thing, that one area in his life he had difficulties with.

He often blushed when his friends complimented him on having his life so together, being only a freshman in high school and already having plans for higher education and jobs. Oh, but secretly he cursed those idiots vehemently. None of them saw how scattered he truly was. How much his life had fallen apart since he had met HIM.

They had been in school together since the start of the new school year, but they had never talked, not even once. Why had he felt the need to show off his powers to that damned Shinigami? If he had never challenged Kurosaki Ichigo to that fight, they would have never had really met, Ichigo would have never had noticed him and his life wouldn’t be crumbling before his eyes.

“Hey, Archer boy…you’re drooling on your homework.” A cool voice purred in his ear, bringing Ishida Uryuu effectively back to the world of the living. Shit, had he been day dreaming again? How were they ever going to get through these long study sessions if he kept doing that!? Blushing slightly he looked down at what they had been working on, and sure enough, there was a wet spot on it about the size of a quarter marring his page of computations.

Ichigo laughed, “You need a break? It’s getting really late…”

“N-no…I’m fine…” He lied. They had been studying sense five this morning and it was almost ten at night now, and he had gotten up at three in the morning because the red head had been haunting his dreams again. He was exhausted.

“Okay…then help me with this damned problem..”

Ishida only nodded, his mind slipping back to the problem HE had. How would he ever explain to Ichigo…let alone his parents, that he was gay. He knew they would eventually find out. There was no hiding it after all, not amongst the people who truly cared for you.

“…My length is Seven inches, and you’re is six…”

He felt his cheeks instantly go bright red, how the hell did Ichigo know how…how…he himself didn’t even…


“COME!” He hadn’t heard the rest of what Ichigo had said he had still been staggering over what the other had said before. However he could see the anger stirring in those brown eyes. Maybe he had realized that Ishida was sporting one hell of a hard on for him. He could just imagine Ichigo yelling something obsean at him, something like ‘How DARE you do that here! What next? Masturbate all over my math book? Write your equations in COME!?’ After all, if YOU were strait, you wouldn’t want a fagot laying on your bed with a boner the size of a yard stick for you.

“Come!?” Was all he heard again. Gulping, he realized what the other had said, “Come,” As into bust one’s nuts, as in, to spill the baby batter…as in…he was going to get a nose bleed and die right there in Ichigo’s room, on his bed.

“I SAID…for the THIRD TIME…why did you bother to come if you’re not going to help me!” Ichigo snapped again, this time making himself heard over Ishida’s perverted fantasies.

“S-Sorry…” He stumbled over his words, glancing away from the red head.

“Can’t you concentrate?” He asked a bit softer. “Lets try this again…We both have a length of rope. My length is Seven inches, and you’re is six inches. If we tie them together at the end….how much of each rope will we have left if the knot takes up an inch of rope all together.”

Ishida sighed, something so innocent had been so horribly warped and twisted by his mind. “That’s easy…an inch divided by two is?”

“Point five…or half an inch.”

“Very good….so if a full inch is in the knot, and you’re putting two ropes together, how much of each rope would be taken up…”

“Only half an inch…so half an inch minus each side’s starting length. Five and a half inches and six and a half inches are left in each rope.”

“Correct, what was so hard about that problem?” Ishida’s breath caught in his throat when he saw a faint pink tinge spread over the red head’s cheeks. His hard on throbbed at the sight and he had to remind himself quite harshly that Ichigo probably was not gay and to make a move on him would end in his brutal death.

“Why do you have to be so fucking smart?” Ichigo growled snapping his math book closed.

The urge to yank the other teen closer and play hockey with his tonsils was almost over whelming. The only thing that saved him was the sudden bray of his cell phone’s vibrator. Why oh WHY had he put that damned, god forsaken device so close to his crotch? The vibrations nearly made him groan.

Digging the phone out of his pocket without much notice from Ichigo, he flicked it open. “Hello?” For the love of god….it was his mother. “Mom, please, I know it’s late….” He paused letting her rant.

“No, I don’t have money for a cab…”

“I KNOW I should have money…”

“Yes mother. We’re still studying.”

“I KNOW mother…”

For a second he thought he was going to faint, his mother’s voice ringing in his ear like some sweet angel promising him heavenly pleasure. ‘Well sweetie, it isn’t safe to walk home at this hour. Just stay with your friend until morning and walk to school with him.’

“Mama’s boy,” Ichigo teased as he hung up.

“Well this mama’s boy’s been ordered to stay where it is safe, which means right here with you.” He said raising an eyebrow, “Although, I don’t know how that is SAFE.” And he meant it.

“Are you implying that I dangerous?” He asked a rare smirk quirking his lips.

“I’m saying, you’ll probably molest me in the middle of the night!” He countered, both loving and dreading where this was going.

“Are you saying….you WANT me to molest you?”

That tone of voice went strait to his groin. Could someone come just by listening to someone talking dirty? He wasn’t sure but he knew he was close, teetering on the edge, his cock throbbing with his pulse, aching to be touched, to be licked…sucked. That was a dangerous train of thought so he decided to move onto the next word problem in their math book.

“If a train leaves Kobe….”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Ishida nearly leaped off of the bed when a hot hand brushed over his cheek. Pulling away his mind began to race to figure out something to say or do to change the subject.

“If a train leaves Kobe bound for…”

“Because I want to molest you,” The other’s hand discovered a resting place on the back of his head and Ishida found himself being drawn in closer to the red head. This was a joke, it had to be a joke—the other WAS always teasing him about being gay because he liked to sew. Soon Ichigo would be pulling back, laughing his head off about how badly he had made the other blush. He just had to…had to…if he kissed his friend now…

Petal soft lips brushed over his and his whole world exploded in a shower of sparks, pleasure rocking his body, blurring his vision and muddling his mind. ‘Oh shit…’ he wasn’t aware of WHAT was going on for several long minutes, but when the shocks of pleasure began to fade and his mind had rebooted he discovered that Ichigo’s tongue had found its way into his mouth and he was now uncomfortably moist down south from the gallon of cum he’d just filled his shorts with. Groaning rather loudly he sucked on the other’s tongue, finding his hands already tangled in the red head’s hair.

As the need for air became more desperate their lips parted and Ishida drank in the look of lust on the other’s face. Not even in his dreams had the other looked this…drop dead sexy. “I’ve NEVER been kissed like THAT before.” Ichigo confessed, his cheeks almost as red as the shirt he wore.

It was Ishida’s turn to blush and look away. “Well…”

“You’d better mean it…”

Ishida blinked, his lust filled mind trying to wrap around what the other had said. “What?”

“You had better not be fucking around with me, Ishida.” He nearly growled, shifting to a kneeling position on the bed. “You’d better not be making a mockery of my feelings for you…”

His eyes fell at once to the large tent in his friend’s pants and he felt himself beginning to stir again. “Why would I play YOU as a fool? You’re already stupid…there would be no sport in it.” Ishida teased moving to a kneeling position as well, wanting his friend to see what he had done to him. Sure it was embarrassing…creaming his shorts like some Virgin, but, Ichigo was that arousing to him.

He had expected laughter, but when Ichigo’s fingers came to the clasps on his pants and began to undo them he realized just how hard he was again. Nearly ready to jump the other boy…again. “Is this why you couldn’t concentrate? You were too…hot under the collar…to be able to use the brain above your shoulders?” Ichigo purred, a hand disappearing into the archer’s pants. “I’ve never been with a person who came after a simple kiss. Am I REALLY that good?”

Ishida could only moan, the other’s fingers were now stroking over his shaft lightly. Their movement was restrained by his pants but he couldn’t care less, they were STIL touching him. This was more than he had ever hoped for.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He smirked, capturing the quincy’s lips again. This kiss was much slower, but just as desperate as the first. Teeth clashed and tongues battled as Ishida moved into Ichigo’s lap. Now he could feel it, Ichigo’s need pressing against his ass through the fabric of their pants. He felt so big, and so very hot. Running his hands up the Shinigami’s shirt, he managed to draw a groan of desire from his soon to be lover.

Their kiss broke again and Ishida took the brake to yank the red head’s shirt off over his head. “Do you have any idea how long I wanted to get into your pants?” He purred tossing the article of clothing aside. Of course he had seen Ichigo without a shirt on before, but seeing a person half naked was different when you were about to be fucked blind by them. Ichigo Kurosaki was mouthwatering.

“No idea….but I’ve wanted you since the day I met you…you’re so fucking hot.” Ichigo breathed against his partner’s ear, his attention turning to torturing the delicate flesh right under Ishida’s ear.

Gasping, he wrapped his arms tightly around Ichigo’s shoulders, his hips bucking against his lover’s hand the pleasure mounting again. “Fuck…me too…” His words were nothing more than breathy moans as those hot lips ran down over his throat and towards his shoulder, the fingers around his shaft stroking and squeezing. Tilting his head he urged Ichigo on, “I’m going to cum again soon…if you keep this up.”

He wished he hadn’t warned the other. As soon as the words were out of Ishida’s mouth, Ichigo stopped his sweet torture, withdrawing his hand from the hot, damp confines of the quincy’s pants. “I guess…I’m going to have to speed things along then, cause I can’t last much longer either when you’re making those sexy mewling sounds….”

Biting his lip, he fought the urge to throw his head back and growl his frustration at the lack of friction. Ichigo would like that way too much, “Hell yes you’d better hurry up and fuck me or I’ll masturbate right here on your bed in front of you!” He smirked at the lust filled glower he got from his lover. He knew it wasn’t much of a threat, but it did get his lover moving.

“Gotta go get something,” Ichigo leaned in and kissed Ishida roughly, bruising his lips before he stood and sauntered out of his bedroom. There was no fear of being seen sporting one hell of a hard on, his family had left for the evening.

Once the door had closed, Ishida quickly began to strip, pealing his pants and underwear off first, then move to his shirt. It felt so good to have the cloth off of his hypersensitive body, the mere movements of the rough textured fleece pullover against his chest had been driving him crazy, stirring his arousal to greater heights. Laying himself out across Ichigo’s large bed, he smirked to himself. Maybe he COULD solve this problem, maybe he COULD have the one thing he’s longed for his whole life. Maybe he could have someone to love him.

Licking his lips his eyes snapped towards the door as Ichigo came back in. Somewhere along the way he had lost his pants and picked up a rather large tube of lubricant.

“Like the look, who’s your designer?” Ichigo teased, tossing the lubricant to the night stand before he tugged Ishida to a sitting position. Running his thumb over Ishida’s thin lips he smirked. “you have such a pretty mouth.”

He couldn’t help but smirk, his hands coming up almost of their own accord to snag the hem of Ichigo’s boxers. “Reeeeaaaallllyyyyy,” He purred slowly tugging the cloth down over the other’s cock. He could tell by the look on the other’s face that he was enjoying the sensation of cloth rubbing against him. Without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the other’s exposed head, smirking when Ichigo sucked in a sharp breath.

When Ichigo sprung free of his cotton prison, Ishida’s tongue was ready. Slathering the underside lazily, he didn’t bother to remove the boxers letting them remain just low enough to reveal his lover’s man hood. Slipping his hands back over trembling hips, he clutched at two firm butt cheeks, drawing his lover closer. “Hmmm” He moaned lightly, letting his mouth slip away from the teat before him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he purred, nuzzling the length of him, hot slick precum leaving a trail over his cheek as he teasingly nipped at Ichigo’s stomach. “Ever have someone give you a blow job before?”

Ichigo was silent, hardly being able to keep his feet let alone utter a word. Ishida wasn’t mad, he could understand how hard it was to think when someone was…slowly running their tongue up over your hard on, paying particular attention to the most sensitive spots along the way.

Feeling Ichigo curl his fingers into his hair, he pulled back slightly, “Not too hard killer…” Ichigo only bucked his hips in response, begging for attention, begging to feel all of Ishida’s mouth around him. Giving him what he wanted he opened his mouth, allowing the next thrust of powerful hips to bring the thick organ into his mouth. Taking a deep breath he relaxed his throat, letting Ichigo in all the way. He hated to admit it, but he was a pro at this.

“Oh god, Ishi….Uryuu…” He whimpered, getting a throaty moan from Ishida in reply. It only made the red head whimper and buck his hips again. “H-harder.”

Ishida growled, he was in no position to be demanding anything at the moment. Sucking lightly on the other he began to bob his head when it became apparent Ichigo was making no effort to move anymore. Oh but he knew better than to take this too far, after all he needed this hard, slick, tasty organ in his ass to truly have a good orgasm. He was no seme. Trailing his fingers back around to Ichigo’s balls he rolled them in his palm.

“AHN!” Ishida had never thought he could drag a cry like THAT from Ichigo. It only served to remind him what he wanted with his vocal lover. Pulling off of Ichigo, he licked his lips slowly, relishing the flavor.

“Fuck me Ichigo Kurosaki…” He whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Hazy brown eyes opened to gaze down at him and Ishida smirked his best, ‘Bad boy’ smirk. “Uryuu…” His voice sounded so shaky, he sounded almost frightened.

“You won’t hurt me….you’ve got the lubricant…come on, I know you want to…” He brought his hand up to stroke the other’s length. He could almost see the fear melt away. “I know you know what you’re doing.”

Suddenly Ichigo began to smirk too, “Fine, if you want it that way. Move further onto the bed.” He climbed onto the western style divan, hovering over Ishida as the brunet made himself comfortable, planting kisses randomly over his chest.

Capturing Ichigo’s lips, Ishida eagerly spread his legs, urging him on. “Are you going to let me get the lube, Uryuu?” Ichigo questioned with a laugh as he broke the kiss to fetch the tube off of the night stand.

“I couldn’t help myself…” He purred trying to kiss Ichigo again as he began to move south. “You’re so tasty.”

“Hmm?” Ichigo paused to nibble across a flat stomach, his tongue tracing patterns trying to find erogenous zones. Whenever Ishida would gasp, or moan he would pause to tease the spot, all the while working on slicking his fingers and preparing himself. “Hope you’re ready.”

Ishida gave an impatient growl, spreading his legs wider. It was all the go ahead Ichigo needed, pressing a finger against his lover’s hole he waited for any last words. All he got was another growl and a tug at his hair. Smirking, he slowly pressed a finger into the archer, watching his face as it contorted in pain…then in pleasure.

“Better hurry,” Ishida panted, face becoming flushed as he cried and bucked against his lover’s finger. Ichigo had found his prostate.

“What,” Ichigo chuckled lightly curling his finger to brush over his lover’s sweet spot a little harder. “Don’t like to be slowly teased into looseness while I make you scream my name over and over again?”

“HN!” Ishida groaned, arching up off of the bed as that naughty finger brushed over THAT spot again. ”I-Ichigo!”

“Yessss Uryuu?” He leaned in until he was nearly nose to nose with the other. “You want it bad don’t you?”

“AH! Y-Y….FUCK!” He cried in frustration and pleasure his hips jerking upwards at a steady beat now as he let Ichigo finger fuck him into bliss. He hardly noticed when Ichigo added a second finger.

Just when he thought he was going to loose it, Ichigo withdrew his fingers taking with them the toe curling, mind shattering orgasm that had been about to break over him. Voicing his disappointment he glowered at his lover who was grinning like a mad man.

“Didn’t want ya to come without me…” He nipped at the archer’s nose, settling between his trembling thighs. “I want to feel you clench down around me when you come…I want to hear you scream my name while I fill your tight hole with my load. I want…”

Ishida cut him off with a fierce kiss, “Shut up and get on your back.”

“But I’m…”

“Shut up, its better this way…” Ishida purred rolling them over so he was on top, straddling the Shinigami’s waist. “You get to watch me ride you….” He smirked slightly at the look that earned him.

“I’m no horse, you ain’t gonna ride me!” He argued, but his words died on his lips as his lover began to lower himself over his cock. Grasping Ishida’s hips roughly he hardly held himself back from just thrusting up into that inviting heat.

“Fuck…” He spat through clenched teeth, the pain making his eyes water. He might have been well prepared but Ichigo was hung like the horse he claimed not to be.

“I knew it…” Ichigo moaned using all of his strength to remain still in his lover. “You ARE a tight ass…”

“Anmmmm” Was the only retort he could manage—Ichigo had shifted under him forcing that thick shaft to brush against his prostate. Grasping Ichigo’s shoulders, he began to wriggle impatiently wanting to feel that sensation again.

The teens moaned together, their voices mingling into a sweet harmony as they started to rock against each other. The squeak of bed springs joined the chorus as their movements became more desperate.

“KUSO!” Ichigo cursed, in fact, he had been cursing for the last few minutes his hands leaving Ishida’s hips to clutch at the bedspread under them. Ishida was apt to agree with his lover, shit fuck damned, this was the best sex of his life.

Gazing down at the flushed face of his lover, Ishida groaned in appreciation wanting to suck, lick, kiss and taste every part of him right then. Leaning forward he captured the other’s trembling lips smothering his next cry in the hot cavern that was Ichigo’s mouth. He could feel the tell tail beginnings of a monumental orgasm building within him, his toes curling , his back arching, his hips twitching, his muscles tightening almost unbearably down around the slick invader in his ass. “I-IChigo! I…I’m gonna….” He whimpered against the other’s lips, trying to find a hand hold, trying to find something to cling to when the tsunami of pleasure peaked over him.

“Oh god” Ichigo moaned mindlessly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his hips slammed up into the convulsing channel above him. “AANNN!”

Hot cream filled him up, escaping the confines of his body to spill over his trembling thighs. He just barely registered the feeling as he tossed his head back, and screamed headless of those who might hear.

“Uryuu….”

Drifting in post orgasmic haze with Ichigo Kurosaki still inside of him wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it would be. Groaning lightly he managed to move a hand up to nudge his glasses back into place.

“Those’ve gotta go…” Ichigo rumbled, stealing Ishida’s spectacles and placing them on the night stand. “Much better….hmmmm….”

“I love you…” He blurted out, surprised at himself for saying something so sappy. Surprised he could even form the words with how spent he felt.

“I know…I love you too…now shut up and let me sleep.” Strong arms wrapped around his waist and in that second just before he passed into the soupy realm of sleep he realized he held the answer to the hardest equation he would ever face in life.