Playing Dress Up

YOU GUYS. This story was supposed to be, you know, about 1000 words long. IT'S 2800! Gah, I just love Shinji too much.

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“No fucking way,” Ichigo snarled, crossing his arms, his usual scowl deepening.

“Tch.” Hirako scowled right back at him. “I go out of my way just to get you a little something,” the blonde says sulkily, “and this is the thanks I get?”

“Thanks!? You expect me to thank you for—for that?” Ichigo asked incredulously, gesturing to the offending object in Shinji’s hands.

“Yeah. I expect you to try it on, too. Come on, I spent good money on this thing!” Shinji argued, shaking the garment at Ichigo.

“God, I can’t believe you!”

“Well… well I say you owe me for that shit you dragged me into at the park last week!”

“Owe you—” Ichigo growled and Shinji did his best not to wince at the teen’s tone.

“Come on, Ichigo,” Shinji tried again, going for a new tactic. “When have I ever suggested something that didn’t turn out to be a fabulous idea?”

“No fucking way!” Ichigo repeated and Shinji grinned victoriously as the other Vaizard looked away, a dark flush spreading across his cheeks. This battle was as good as won.

“But I promise you’ll have fun…” He pressed up close to orange haired Vaizard and was pleased to find the boy at least half hard against him. Ichigo’s breath hitched in his chest. This was madness. “I-chi-go,” Hirako panted each syllable against his ear and Ichigo knew he had never stood the slightest chance against an onslaught like this.

“Please, Shinji—”

“You’ll do it, then?” The blonde pulled away and Ichigo groaned, giving the other his best glare.

“Fine,” Ichigo conceded. “I’ll… give it a try.”

“Great!” Hirako said, clapping his hands together. “Alright, take your clothes off and wait here for me. I have to go get the rest of your present~”

Ichigo made a face as Hirako ran off down the hall of his apartment. He had left the garment in question in the kitchen with Ichigo. It lay innocent looking enough on the table, but Ichigo watched it warily as he started pulling his clothes off. He was shirtless and unbuckling his belt when Shinji came back, clutching a white shirt box in his hands.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. The box was tied with a thick pink ribbon and Hirako was holding it out expectantly, shit eating grin on his face. Ichigo practically ripped it from the other man’s hands and tore the ribbon off, grumbling under his breath.

“Absolutely not!” Ichigo growled, shoving the box back at the blonde. “Forget it, this is fucking ridiculous!” Turning around, Ichigo grabbed his shirt and stomped towards the door to Shinji’s apartment.

“Hey! Ichigo, come on!” Shinji whined, blocking the exit, still holding that damn box. “You said you’d give it a try!”

Ichigo squared his shoulders and tried to push past Hirako, but found himself slammed up against the wall, a near by picture rattling ominously in its frame. “I promise to make it worth your while,” Shinji murmured, ingratiatingly.

Ichigo looked away. He could feel Shinji’s hard cock pressed up against his hip and wondered how long the blonde had been plotting this. “This shit really gets you off, doesn’t it?”

He felt Shinji’s grin spread across his neck, the other Vaizard remaining silent for once. Ichigo grunted when one of those long fingered hands slipped into his pants to wrap around his cock. He had gone soft sometime during their argument, but Shinji was doing a good job getting him interested again.

“If you don’t enjoy yourself,” Shinji whispered into his ear, “we can play any game you like. I’ll let you fuck me, if that’s what you want.”

Ichigo closed his eyes. That offer in itself was pretty tempting, even though it wasn’t as if he never got to fuck Shinji. It just didn’t happen very often, only when the blonde Vaizard claimed to be in a ‘giving mood’, and he still had to be a bossy little fuck about it.

“Fine,” Ichigo said reluctantly. “That’ll give me something to look forward to, at least.”

Shinji was beaming at him again and ushered the orange haired boy back into the kitchen. “Well then, why don’t you finish getting ready, and then find me in the bedroom?”

Ichigo watched nonplussed as Hirako almost skipped down the hallway, whistling obnoxiously. Sighing, he hefted the box in his hands. It was just a bit of cloth, he told himself. Shinji would probably tear the clothes right off of him anyway, Ichigo reasoned with himself, so he might not even have to wear them that long. At least he hoped.

Dropping his pants, Ichigo hissed at the cold air on his bare skin and wondered where he ought to begin. Even though he was nervous, the thought of Shinji waiting for him—hopefully naked—in the bedroom kept Ichigo hard.

Ichigo started with the dress. It had to be the dumbest thing he had ever seen, though he supposed it might actually look cute on a girl. The top of it was a thick cream colored band that would normally have covered a woman’s breasts, and the rest of it was a nearly sheer, shimmery black that fell to his thighs and barely covered his ass.

The whole thing was silky, and rubbed maddeningly over his stiff nipples and his leaking cock. He shuddered. Fuck Shinji and his stupid ideas.

In the box was a pair of white stockings and a black garter belt along with a white pair of—fuck—crotchless panties. Lastly, Shinji had provided him a pair of pearlescent, delicate looking heels. Ichigo didn’t think he could blush harder if all of Karakura could see him now; his face felt so hot he thought he might actually catch fire.

He pulled everything on and stood there, trembling, trying to steel up the courage to walk down to Shinji’s room where he knew his lover was waiting for him.

As if on cue, Shinji shouted, “Ichigo, what’s taking you? Bet you look so fucking hot right now—”

“You better not be touching your cock!” Ichigo snapped, stalking down the hallway, acutely aware of the sharp snap of the heels striking hardwood floors. If he had to go through this, then Shinji sure as hell better wait for him before starting anything.

When Ichigo got to the doorway, he could only stand there awkwardly. He was unable to meet Shinji’s eyes, but couldn’t stand to look down either, not with what he was wearing anyway, so he stared resolutely out the window.

“Fuck, Ichigo,” Shinji gasped, and the reverence in his voice gave Ichigo the courage to take the final few steps into the room, towards his lover.

Hesitantly, Ichigo placed a knee on the bed and Shinji scrambled up from his recumbent position, placing his hands on the boy’s bared shoulders. Ichigo was a little disappointed to find the other Vaizard still fully dressed, but didn’t complain as those warm hands fluttered over his skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” Shinji kept gasping, and Ichigo was surprised to find himself at least a little bit pleased at how speechless he seemed to have been able to render his lover. But he was still hard, achingly so, his cock leaking all over the silky fabric. The blonde’s light touches weren’t helping any.

Before Ichigo had time to process another thought, he found himself knocked backwards onto the bed, Shinji standing over him. The look on the blonde’s face was a little terrifying, the lust so strong that Ichigo had to turn his face and close his eyes. He thought one touch might do him in.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Shinji whispered, all traces of his previous astonishment vanishing and all Ichigo could do was thrash on the bed, wanting so, so badly to touch his cock, but not daring, not with the low danger in his lover’s voice. “You want it bad. Got you this hard.”

Ichigo’s eyes shot open when he felt something cold at the base of his cock and he jerked backwards when he saw it was a leather band that Shinji was fastening tightly around him. He opened his mouth to protest but snapped it right back shut when Shinji lifted his eyes back to Ichigo’s face.

Shinji rolled him over on his stomach and Ichigo groaned, thrusting desperately against the sheets till Shinji grabbed his hips in a bruising grip and held him pinned. Ichigo whimpered when he felt the blonde’s breath against his exposed ass. Ichigo jerked when he felt teeth sink into skin just above his thigh. “Knew you’d look fucking hot like this.”

Ichigo knew exactly what Shinji was planning next, and couldn’t keep shudders from wracking his frame. He choked back a noise when he felt Shinji’s hands parting his cheeks and that long, long tongue running down his crack and flicking over his hole. This felt so much more intimate than fucking, he was so exposed, held open and completely at his lover’s mercy.

Ichigo gave up on trying to hold back the moans building up in his throat, fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him, impaled now with two long fingers and a tongue wiggling between them. “Oh god— Shi—n… ji, please, please, plea—” Ichigo’s babbling became a wail when Shinji nailed his prostate, three fingers now thrusting into the boy beneath him.

“No—” Ichigo gasped when those slick fingers left him and Shinji was forcing him again onto his back. The orange haired teen was almost so blind with lust that he nearly missed seeing the blonde fumbling with clasp to his pants before he got his cock free. Ichigo moaned and let his mouth fall open, flicking his tongue out to tease the sensitive head before Hirako snarled and pushed in, fucking Ichigo’s mouth.

Ichigo moaned, giving a half-assed attempt at sucking as Shinji’s cock slid smoothly over his tongue. He opened his eyes, unaware of even having closed them, and met the blonde’s gaze, hips jerking uncontrollably at the heat he saw there. The other Vaizard’s stare was clouded over in intense lust, his usual jovial attitude towards sex completely obliterated.

Moaning excitedly when Shinji pulled his cock from his mouth, Ichigo started to roll onto his stomach so Shinji could fuck him, his fingers drifting down to the strip of leather buckled snugly around his cock. Hirako slapped his hands away with a growl. “You’ll come when I fucking say you can come,” the blonde said vehemently, pushing Ichigo back down into the mattress, keeping the boy on his back and then throwing the teen’s knees over his shoulders.

Ichigo was suddenly struck by the ridiculousness of the situation—Shinji, still fully dressed, still with his fucking hat on and Ichigo himself with a flimsy gown pushed up over his stomach and stockinged legs wrapped tightly around the blonde—but all thought was soon driven out of his mind when he felt Shinji’s cock lodged against his stretched hole. Ichigo clutched at those skinny shoulders, all his senses attuned to the cock filling him.

Hirako’s hat was finally knocked off when Ichigo reached up to tangle his hands in the blonde’s hair, pulling the other man down for a biting kiss. Ichigo realized it was the first they’d shared since Shinji seduced him into this mess, and he moaned when the blonde’s tongue slid in and out of his mouth at the same pace their hips met.

Ichigo broke the kiss, cock so fucking hard he just ached and started placing pleading little kisses at the corner of Shinji’s mouth, his moans becoming higher, longer. He threw his head back gratefully when he felt Shinji reach down to fumble with the leather band, each accidental touch to his cock driving him more and more wild.

He could feel when the strap came free and came with Shinji’s hand wrapped tightly around him, howling into his lover’s shoulder. Hirako fucked him right through his orgasm, panting and growling into his ear before coming while Ichigo was still dizzy with it, gasping and shuddering.

Ichigo started to feel a little drowsy, letting Shinji cradle him close and stroke his hair, which was currently plastered to his head with sweat, some of his spikes managing to stand a little droopily. His cock was too sensitive after orgasm, all of his nerves completely fried, and he hissed when Shinji pulled out of him.

Neither of them talked, Ichigo just letting himself lay there while Shinji stretched out beside him, seeking out his mouth with gentle kisses. Ichigo closed his eyes, enjoying the sort of playfulness that had been strangely absent during their love-making. Ichigo frowned when Hirako pulled away, and it deepened when he saw the blonde put a cigarette to his lips. It was one of Shinji’s more annoying habits, but it was his apartment and Ichigo figured there was nothing he could do to stop the whole place from reeking of the damn things if the blonde wanted it that way.

“That’s disgusting,” Ichigo said anyway, rolling over onto his side and grinning when the blonde gave him a stubborn glare.

“Tch. Whatever.”

Ichigo laughed and sat up, in need of a long, hot shower. First things first, though, he thought, and kicked off the remaining shoe, the other one having fallen off sometime while Shinji was fucking him. Ichigo rid himself of the stockings next, noticing that there was already a run in them.

“Hey, come on,” Shinji said, coming up behind him and plastering himself against the boy’s back. “Ya look pretty hot in that shit; you don’t have to change right away, do you?”

Ichigo didn’t answer, busy pulling the dress over his head and tossing it across the room in distaste. Completely naked, he leaned back into his lover’s arms and took a long drag when Shinji raised the cigarette to his lips. This man, he thought, would surely be the death of him. “I don’t know how I let you talk me into these things.”

“Totally fucking worth it,” Shinji said, and Ichigo privately had to agree with him.

“I still want to fuck you,” Ichigo said, pushing the advantage. His lover tended to be much more agreeable after sex.

“Tch. Fucking figures.” Ichigo moaned when Shinji ran his tongue along his ear, the warm bit of metal against his skin making the teen shiver. “I’ll think about it.”

“Would you think about growing your hair out, too?” Ichigo asked, the idea coming to him suddenly. It would give him something more to hold onto when Shinji fucked him right through the mattress and would probably look dead sexy, too. He carded his fingers through his lover’s hair to prove his point and smiled when he felt Shinji’s lashes flutter against his skin. Practically like a cat, Ichigo mused.

“Maybe,” Shinji said and Ichigo decided to leave it at that.

“Can’t believe you actually fucked me with your clothes still on.”

“You were dressed, too,” Shinji said smugly.

“Like that fucking dress even counts. I’m using your damn shower.” Ichigo stood and walked towards the bathroom, self-conscious about his nudity, but he knew Shinji was watching him, and would follow.

His cock was already starting to get interested again and Ichigo hoped that his blonde lover would be up for another round.

The orange haired teen grinned when he felt a lean, naked body pressed up against his back, one arm curling protectively around his chest and the other hand sliding down his stomach to loosely fist his cock. He could tell that Shinji wasn’t hard yet, despite the fact that the older Vaizard was rocking his hips against Ichigo’s backside.

He figured it would just be a good excuse to get the blonde on his knees and putting that wicked mouth and glinting bit of metal to good use.

“Mm,” Shinji was saying, standing with Ichigo under the hot water, “I see I’ll have to—damn—get you some other shit to wear. Maybe a nurse’s uniform or a school girl—”

“Are there any other kinks of yours I ought to know about?” Ichigo interrupted.

Shinji smiled at him and pulled him closer. “That, my little berry, is for me to know and for you to find out~”

Ichigo had a witty reply for that, but it completely fled his mind when Shinji kissed him, slipping his tongue into the teen’s mouth and sucking persistently. Ichigo remembered the look on Shinji’s face when the blonde had been standing over him and thought he might not mind finding out what other things his lover liked if it got that kind of reaction out of him.

Ichigo sighed contentedly when Shinji started kissing down his torso, licking a path to his hard cock. The blonde’s lips close around him and Ichigo thought—dress or no—that Hirako was totally worth sticking around for.
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I had so much fun writing this. >.> I wish there was more Shinji/Ichigo out there.