11 Stories of IchiIshi
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,529
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
11 Stories of IchiIshi
IchiIshi Challenge
Title: Why Strawberry?
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R
Summary: Uryuu is unhappy with the product Ichigo buys.
Warnings: Sexual stuff, language
Disclaimer: I don’t lay claim to anything but my clothes and computer. Everything else belongs to someone else, including Ichigo and Ishida.
Themes:
3) Condoms
4) Strawberries
Why Strawberry?
“Ichigo, May I ask why you bought strawberry-flavored condoms?” Ishida picks up the pack of condoms, eyeing them wearily.
“No you can’t ask.” Ichigo says from his position on the floor beside the seated archer. Clearly he’s forgotten that a) he’s within hitting reach of his boyfriend, and b) he’s shirtless. The archer reaches and smacks him with the flat of his hand on his bare back, right between the shoulder blades.
“FUCK THAT HURT
“Why did you buy strawberry-flavored condoms?”
“Damn it Uryuu! That’s all they had, you prick.”
“Don’t give me that shit! You’re the one who won’t me a straight answer to my question.” Pushing up his glasses in a huff, the Quincy glares between the Shinigami and the condoms in angry silence. Ichigo follows the glare to the condoms, a small smirk growing on his face.
“You wanna try ‘em out?”
“Hell yeah!” Uryuu says as he’s pounced on by Ichigo.
Title: Why Strawberry?
Author: MusikVibe
Rating: R
Summary: Uryuu is unhappy with the product Ichigo buys.
Warnings: Sexual stuff, language
Disclaimer: I don’t lay claim to anything but my clothes and computer. Everything else belongs to someone else, including Ichigo and Ishida.
Themes:
3) Condoms
4) Strawberries
Why Strawberry?
“Ichigo, May I ask why you bought strawberry-flavored condoms?” Ishida picks up the pack of condoms, eyeing them wearily.
“No you can’t ask.” Ichigo says from his position on the floor beside the seated archer. Clearly he’s forgotten that a) he’s within hitting reach of his boyfriend, and b) he’s shirtless. The archer reaches and smacks him with the flat of his hand on his bare back, right between the shoulder blades.
“FUCK THAT HURT
“Why did you buy strawberry-flavored condoms?”
“Damn it Uryuu! That’s all they had, you prick.”
“Don’t give me that shit! You’re the one who won’t me a straight answer to my question.” Pushing up his glasses in a huff, the Quincy glares between the Shinigami and the condoms in angry silence. Ichigo follows the glare to the condoms, a small smirk growing on his face.
“You wanna try ‘em out?”
“Hell yeah!” Uryuu says as he’s pounced on by Ichigo.