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Amore e Morte
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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6
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Amore e Morte
Title: Amore e Morte
Rating: M just to be safe.
Warnings: Yaoi, non-graphic sex
Pairing: Ichigo / Chad
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Never will.
Summary: Chad always did have a soft spot for cute things.
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He was perfect. Not in the way most people saw ‘perfect’ being, but still perfect just the same. Perfection is relative, and so to Sado Yasutora, Ichigo Kurosaki was perfect. Ideal. Flawless. Most would disagree. They would say he was too rash, too reckless, too loud and much too arrogant. But those things were the components that made him perfect.
Those bullies would say his hair was too bright. Aizen would say he cared too much. Renji would say he was too sure of his strength. Rukia would say that he was too set in his own ways, unwilling to listen. Ishida would say he was too stupid.
And Chad, even after listening to it all, would still say he was perfect.
Or rather, think it.
Maybe that made him blind. Perhaps his dark brown hair covered his eyes and hid Ichigo’s faults. Or maybe he really had none. That was the most plausible to the Chad, indeed. That was the only solution. No, it was the others who were blind. It was the others who merely fabricated the blemishes.
Chad was always quiet. Mainly because he had nothing to say. Around Ichigo, he was forced to talk more, but did so slowly. He planned out his words so he wouldn’t slip and let it be known how much he thought of the boy. His mouth stayed closed, but his dark eyes did not. They saw everything Ichigo did. Every fight, every good deed, every rescue.
Ichigo had saved his life more then once. Like that day he was tied up by those bullies that were about to through away his necklace, Ichigo had been there. Chad didn’t give that time he’d saved Ichigo a thought. That was nothing. Ichigo was a saint; he risked his life repeatedly to help everyone without a second thought. Rukia, Chad, Ishida and then Orihime.
So when Ichigo kissed him, Chad got the shock of his life. It was like tasting bliss, sampling heaven, experiencing paradise. From there, everything just got more complicated. The clothes were gone, the feelings appeared in their place. Chad had never felt such a emotion. He stayed silent, sure anything he would say would be wrong. That it would ruin whatever was happening.
Ichigo was not quiet however, but of course, he never was. But these, Chad decided, were the most wonderful noises he ever had the pleasure to hear. Gasps, moans, mewls. Sounds that Sado had never before hear emit from the boy that was then lying under him, completely exposed and bear. It was a strange feeling. A tightening his lower stomach and a fluttering in his chest.
And heat. Oh god it was so hot. His skin was smoldering, he was sweating out of every pore, his blood felt like oil that had suddenly been ignited by a spark that had to be caused by Ichigo. Of course, it wasn’t too hot. It was just perfect. It always was when he was with Ichigo.
And suddenly, Ichigo tensed. His mouth opened in a silent scream and a red blush spread onto his face. A warm, wetness erupted between their close bodies and Chad looked at Ichigo’s face as his came. It was…absolutely adorable. Ichigo loosing control of everything. All the anger and fierceness was leaking out of him and Ichigo was in complete ecstasy as it happened.
Then, Ichigo did something odd. He grabbed a hold of Chad’s sex and started to lubricate it with his semen. And then –it was so –what –Chad had never –Ichigo was leading him inside of him. Hot. Oh yes, it had gotten even hotter. Chad couldn’t hold back a groan as he was swallowed by the heat. Oh god. Ichigo told him to move. So Chad did.
It was perfect. Everything about it. And everything about him.
It ended too quickly, but at least he saw that expression again. Release. Ichigo’s brow furrowed and his eyes clenched shut and his head was thrown back. His neck glistened with perspiration and a sweet, sultry cry ripped itself from Ichigo’s lips. Lips that Chad had been kissed by repeatedly. Soft, slightly chapped, skillful, perfect lips.
Chad loved that look. He wanted to see it again.
The orange-haired boy traced the tattoo on Chad’s arm tiredly. Love and Death. How entirely accurate. He would die for Ichigo. And he would love him. He was die for his love. Maybe, just maybe, Ichigo felt the same. Or maybe not. But that really didn’t matter to Chad. It would feel wonderful to be loved by perfection in return, but it was not necessary for him to live. For him to love.
He would always have this moment. He would always have the memory of the contrast of his dark skin on Ichigo’s pale flesh. The heat. The feelings. The love. It would always be there, in Chad’s memory, no matter what happened. Love was not stopped by death, because death was not stopped by love. Chad knew this, and knew that such different thing should go together.
Like silence and noise. Or tanned skin and pale skin. Or brown hair and orange. Or Chad and Ichigo.
He would always recall the look on Ichigo’s face. The blush. The scream.
It was all so perfect –so cute.
And Chad always did have a soft spot for cute things.
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I didn’t mention Orihime in the second paragraph, because I don’t think she would ever say something not nice about Ichigo. She much too sweet.
Hm…sorry for any typos.
I’ve only been really into Bleach for the past two weeks, and have been dying to write this one shot ever since that part with the bird-kid at the very beginning. I love Chad to pieces. And Ukitake, Renji, Ken-chan, Byakuya, Aizen (yes, even though he’s evil, I adore him. Denial.) and Ishida and Kenpachi’s pink hair Lieutenant and Ichigo and…. Ichimaru and Sandle-hat dude. Yeah. All of them. Heh.
And actually, this is one of the few manga I actually like the girl characters in. Rukia is so cool, and Orihime can be annoying but is so, so adorable…(cough) hot (cough).
So yay, I’m now part of the Bleach fan fic community! ^_~
Please review!
Love ya -Aly
Rating: M just to be safe.
Warnings: Yaoi, non-graphic sex
Pairing: Ichigo / Chad
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Never will.
Summary: Chad always did have a soft spot for cute things.
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He was perfect. Not in the way most people saw ‘perfect’ being, but still perfect just the same. Perfection is relative, and so to Sado Yasutora, Ichigo Kurosaki was perfect. Ideal. Flawless. Most would disagree. They would say he was too rash, too reckless, too loud and much too arrogant. But those things were the components that made him perfect.
Those bullies would say his hair was too bright. Aizen would say he cared too much. Renji would say he was too sure of his strength. Rukia would say that he was too set in his own ways, unwilling to listen. Ishida would say he was too stupid.
And Chad, even after listening to it all, would still say he was perfect.
Or rather, think it.
Maybe that made him blind. Perhaps his dark brown hair covered his eyes and hid Ichigo’s faults. Or maybe he really had none. That was the most plausible to the Chad, indeed. That was the only solution. No, it was the others who were blind. It was the others who merely fabricated the blemishes.
Chad was always quiet. Mainly because he had nothing to say. Around Ichigo, he was forced to talk more, but did so slowly. He planned out his words so he wouldn’t slip and let it be known how much he thought of the boy. His mouth stayed closed, but his dark eyes did not. They saw everything Ichigo did. Every fight, every good deed, every rescue.
Ichigo had saved his life more then once. Like that day he was tied up by those bullies that were about to through away his necklace, Ichigo had been there. Chad didn’t give that time he’d saved Ichigo a thought. That was nothing. Ichigo was a saint; he risked his life repeatedly to help everyone without a second thought. Rukia, Chad, Ishida and then Orihime.
So when Ichigo kissed him, Chad got the shock of his life. It was like tasting bliss, sampling heaven, experiencing paradise. From there, everything just got more complicated. The clothes were gone, the feelings appeared in their place. Chad had never felt such a emotion. He stayed silent, sure anything he would say would be wrong. That it would ruin whatever was happening.
Ichigo was not quiet however, but of course, he never was. But these, Chad decided, were the most wonderful noises he ever had the pleasure to hear. Gasps, moans, mewls. Sounds that Sado had never before hear emit from the boy that was then lying under him, completely exposed and bear. It was a strange feeling. A tightening his lower stomach and a fluttering in his chest.
And heat. Oh god it was so hot. His skin was smoldering, he was sweating out of every pore, his blood felt like oil that had suddenly been ignited by a spark that had to be caused by Ichigo. Of course, it wasn’t too hot. It was just perfect. It always was when he was with Ichigo.
And suddenly, Ichigo tensed. His mouth opened in a silent scream and a red blush spread onto his face. A warm, wetness erupted between their close bodies and Chad looked at Ichigo’s face as his came. It was…absolutely adorable. Ichigo loosing control of everything. All the anger and fierceness was leaking out of him and Ichigo was in complete ecstasy as it happened.
Then, Ichigo did something odd. He grabbed a hold of Chad’s sex and started to lubricate it with his semen. And then –it was so –what –Chad had never –Ichigo was leading him inside of him. Hot. Oh yes, it had gotten even hotter. Chad couldn’t hold back a groan as he was swallowed by the heat. Oh god. Ichigo told him to move. So Chad did.
It was perfect. Everything about it. And everything about him.
It ended too quickly, but at least he saw that expression again. Release. Ichigo’s brow furrowed and his eyes clenched shut and his head was thrown back. His neck glistened with perspiration and a sweet, sultry cry ripped itself from Ichigo’s lips. Lips that Chad had been kissed by repeatedly. Soft, slightly chapped, skillful, perfect lips.
Chad loved that look. He wanted to see it again.
The orange-haired boy traced the tattoo on Chad’s arm tiredly. Love and Death. How entirely accurate. He would die for Ichigo. And he would love him. He was die for his love. Maybe, just maybe, Ichigo felt the same. Or maybe not. But that really didn’t matter to Chad. It would feel wonderful to be loved by perfection in return, but it was not necessary for him to live. For him to love.
He would always have this moment. He would always have the memory of the contrast of his dark skin on Ichigo’s pale flesh. The heat. The feelings. The love. It would always be there, in Chad’s memory, no matter what happened. Love was not stopped by death, because death was not stopped by love. Chad knew this, and knew that such different thing should go together.
Like silence and noise. Or tanned skin and pale skin. Or brown hair and orange. Or Chad and Ichigo.
He would always recall the look on Ichigo’s face. The blush. The scream.
It was all so perfect –so cute.
And Chad always did have a soft spot for cute things.
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I didn’t mention Orihime in the second paragraph, because I don’t think she would ever say something not nice about Ichigo. She much too sweet.
Hm…sorry for any typos.
I’ve only been really into Bleach for the past two weeks, and have been dying to write this one shot ever since that part with the bird-kid at the very beginning. I love Chad to pieces. And Ukitake, Renji, Ken-chan, Byakuya, Aizen (yes, even though he’s evil, I adore him. Denial.) and Ishida and Kenpachi’s pink hair Lieutenant and Ichigo and…. Ichimaru and Sandle-hat dude. Yeah. All of them. Heh.
And actually, this is one of the few manga I actually like the girl characters in. Rukia is so cool, and Orihime can be annoying but is so, so adorable…(cough) hot (cough).
So yay, I’m now part of the Bleach fan fic community! ^_~
Please review!
Love ya -Aly