Beginnings

Wanna know how it started?

It was this one time when he came home… He’d been out fighting, I dunno what time it was but it was late. His uniform was torn and he had some pretty bad scratches but otherwise he was fine. And he just… collapsed onto the bed next to me. I waited for him to take his body back but he didn’t. He was shivering. Thrumming with adrenaline.

We were on our sides, him behind me. He smelled of blood and dirt and sweat and I started teasing him, telling him to take a shower and stop stinking the place up, but he didn’t answer me. Instead he grabbed me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. There are only two times when he touches me: when he wants me out of his body and when he roughs me up.

Heh, that sounds terrible when you say it like that, but it’s true. Well, it was true until that night.

He grabbed me and pulled me back, wrapped his arm around me until I had my back flush against his chest. I didn’t know what to do, I started protesting, reached down to remove his arm but he… He ground himself against me and he… was hard. There was no mistake, he had a fucking boner and he was rubbing it against my ass. I should’ve freaked, I guess. I did, kinda, but only on the inside. There was something about him, some… vibe that told me that protesting wasn’t an option.

He held me tighter and started to move, dry humping me, wheezing as if he’d just run a marathon or something and he was so hard. So fucking hard…

I couldn’t help it, I got hard too. Shit, I had no experience whatsoever and I was in the body of a fifteen-year old boy. Know how those are? Unpredictable, I tell you. Boners to the left and right. But it wasn’t just a physical reaction. I was really turned on.

Before I knew it, I had started pushing back. It made him grab my hip and rub against me harder. He was panting in my ear. It was so hot.

Then he started whispering. I nearly came in my boxers. He started whispering ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and my name, then told me I had to. Had to what, I asked. That’s when he grabbed my hand, pulled it back and pushed it against his dick. I had to help him, he said. He couldn’t stand it, he said.

I think I actually whimpered.

He told me to turn around, so I did, but he refused to look at me. He pulled me close so he could bury his face against my neck, then forced my hand down again. I squeezed. It felt weird. I mean, I knew that dick pretty well already. Exactly the same as the one I had between my legs and remember what I said about fifteen year old boys? I jerked off a lot when I was in Ichigo’s body, just to ease the pressure. So it was weird to touch him. Weird but hot.

Ichigo was moaning by then. He started untying his hakama but couldn’t seem to decide between taking them off and rubbing himself against my hand. It felt as if he was on fire, his skin was so hot I was afraid he had a fever. I thought maybe he’d been affected by some weird hollow, some kind of sex poison? I dunno. I tried asking but he told me to shut up.

He made me jerk him off. Cursed and moaned and bucked into my fist. He held me so hard I had bruises the shape of fingertips on my upper arm. Well, he had. Heh, he didn’t seem too happy about those the next day when he was back in his body.

I knew it was fucked up but it turned me on so badly to do that, to make him come. When he came, all over my hand and the sheets and my belly, I did too. Untouched. In my boxers.

Then he held me while gathering his breath but he didn’t answer when I tried talking to him and he still refused to look at me and when he had calmed down enough he grabbed his badge and clapped it against my chest and that was that.

After that it became a sort of routine. He came home in the middle of the night, all shaky with adrenaline and endorphins, and he made me take care of him.

It took a while but then, after a lot of handjobs, he started warming up a little. He hugged me and touched me back and sometimes we even kissed. I knew I was in trouble when I realised I wanted his kisses more than his touches, but what could I do? What can I do? He’s Ichigo, it’s his body I get to borrow, it’s my responsibility to take care of it when I’m in it. It’s my responsibility to take care of him. I owe him that. I owe him my life. Urahara was about to take me back and destroy me after Ichigo first got me and I went haywire and all that… Whatever, that’s not important.

But Ichigo and nee-san snatched me back from Urahara and said I was fine, even though I was a mod soul. Ichigo saved me.

I may act like an idiot and be a pain in the ass but I’m there for him.

I’ll do what he asks of me.

And now he wants me to let him fuck me.

Who am I to refuse?

xXx

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