Strawberry Kisses (But He Doesn't Tell!)

A preview of my next story, written in an effort to get my brain back around to finishing Silent Step.

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"Have you seen this website?" Erika asked, lowering her voice. The excitement in her tone caught Ishida's ears, and he perked up slightly to eavesdrop.

"No, what is it?" her friend replied. Ishida nodded. Yeah, Rika, what is it? he wondered, interested despite himself. He'd just gotten a new laptop from his father in honour of starting college next year, and hadn't quite figured out what to do with it besides school work.

"It's called Strawberry Kisses (But He Doesn't Tell)! Oh god, when I was watching it last night, I swear I nearly had to change my underwear."

Now what the hell does that mean? Ishida wondered, scrawling the name down on a spare piece of paper. He slid the paper into his pocket, not wanting to get caught with anything of a questionable nature during school, and then eyed Ichigo's empty seat. He'd been absent a lot recently, and Ishida knew it wasn't from the hollows; the Quincy was able to sense when a new hollow appeared, and they'd been surprisingly rare lately.

There was nothing preventing Ichigo from showing up to class, that he could discern, and it was getting to the point that the teacher had drawn him aside the other day and asked if he knew what was wrong with Kurosaki. Was he getting sick?

Like it's my job to keep up with that bastard every second of his day? Ishida muttered to himself, and then jerked upright as Ichigo himself hauled his ass through the doorway. Ishida let his eyes trail over the other boy, taking in his ragged appearance. His eyes had dark shadows under them, and he seemed to have been losing weight. Not that he could afford to - the boy looked as though a strong gust of wind would blow him away on a good day.

"'ey, Ish'da." Ichigo mumbled, throwing himself into his chair and immediately putting his head down on his arms and going to sleep.

The wheels turning, Ishida took in the pale face, lank hair, and tight expression, and wondered if there wasn't something very serious going on with Ichigo. He quickly jot down a note, and slid it over to Ichigo's desk just as the teacher was entering the room.

Ichigo pulled himself upright, and answered the teacher's questions about whether he was alright blithely. The note caught his eye, and he frowned.

Ishida pretended to pay attention, but was in actuality looking discreetly over towards Ichigo, trying to see what he was doing. When the teacher's back turned to the class, Ichigo passed the note back.

I'm not sick, mom, I'm just tired. I haven't been sleeping well lately.

Ishida felt his eyebrow twitch. If Ichigo was well enough to tease him, then he was fine. The rest of the class passed peacefully, Ishida deep in thought and Ichigo deep in sleep.

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That night, he pulled up a search engine, and typed in Strawberry Kisses. The very first response was the one he figured he was looking for, and he clicked it.

"Welcome to Strawberry Kisses - but he doesn't tell!~" cheery font looked up at him. There was an empty box with writing in it that said, "Video starts at seven PM sharp! Make sure you're here on time, you don't want to miss a second of this!"

A glance at the clock told him that it was six fifty two; eight minutes to go. He went and got himself a drink, and by the time he returned, the video was loading. A shadowed figure stood in front of the camera, something long and slender in his hand.

"Remember, we film and broadcast this live every night. This is completely unedited, uncensored, and undeniably sexy. If you're too young to go into the adult store, please close the browser."

The man stepped away, revealing a body laying prostrate on the floor, some sort of mask covering his face and head. His ass was in the air, being sorely abused by a thick piece of plastic protruding out of it. A hand entered the screen, wielding a riding crop, and Ishida realized that it was the man who'd given the introduction. His mouth was dry, and he swallowed compulsively, trying not to think about what he was watching even as his trousers tightened at the sight in front of him.

The whip contacted the body several times, causing a jerk and moan from the man with every strike. After several minutes, the whip was discarded, and the larger man grasped the sex toy and yanked it roughly out of the other man's ass. Ishida gasped quietly as he took in the full size of the toy - it was at least as big around as his fist, and he couldn't imagine having something that large shoved into his behind. The shadowed man moved out of the shot, only return seconds later with something a little thinner, but much longer and covered in bumps. He pushed it into the already well-stretched hole, wiggling it every so often to get it inside. When it was halfway in, the man held it at an angle, and twisted the base.

The man on the floor howled, his cock already hard and dripping. A soft buzzing came through the speakers, interspersed with moans and whimpers from the hooded man on the floor as the shadowed man thrust the toy in and out, occasionally wiggling it. Finally, he pushed it all the way in to the base, and reached up, pulling a string down. He worked at the neck for a moment, and then ordered, "Sit up!" The hooded man struggled to sit, pressing the vibrating toy deeper inside of his body. The string was actually a leash or cord, attached by a D-ring to a collar aorund the hooded man's throat. It tightened, drawing his head upwards and backwards slightly, not enough to fully cut off his air, but enough to limit it.

Erotic asphyxiation floated through Ishida's mind dumbly, the fog of arousal constricting everything else. He didn't know when he'd opened his fly and reached into his pants, but the furious jerking was helped along immensely by the erotic scene on the computer screen.

"Legs up," the shadowed man ordered, and the other man whimpered as the change in position wiggled the toy inside his body. "Come without permission and you're in trouble," he added, then ripped the hood off the other man's head before leaning down between his legs to suck him off.

Ishida's climax rocked his body at the exact moment the hooded man's identity was revealed, and for a long time afterwards, he stared in shock and horror at the familiar face of Kurosaki Ichigo, twisted in utmost pleasure.

-[TBC]-

I'm terribly out of practice with smut, so I figured that writing a smut-filled series would help. Hopefully this thing doesn't get beyond the three or four chapters I've got planned for it. XD

This won't be continued until after With A Silent Step is complete, but you won't have to wait too long. That's only got another three or four chapters in line.