Don't Tell, Won't Tell [1/?]
Author: alicefactor
Title: Don't Tell, Won't Tell
Rating: Mature (unsure)
Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki / Ishida Uryuu
Warnings: Mention of Sexual activity, NOT Beta-d
Summary: Just a short part of a fic. Some Kurosaki persistence and Ishida being... Ishida.
COMMUNITY DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
DON'T TELL, WON'T TELL.
“Ichigo?” A black haired male stood looking at a red head, this person had just kissed him on the lips, kissed him. “You!” He said putting a hand over his mouth before running away. He ran to the roof, where he could breath. His starchy clan shirt, now a wrinkled mess from falling onto the floor with Ichigo. “Bastard…” Ishida cursed looking over the school grounds. He could feel Ichigo’s reiatsu become ‘sad’. His aura was just sad, but Uryuu ignored it, he hadn’t caused it, Ichigo brought it upon himself. That bastard trying to kiss him and all, who did he think he was? No one just kissed him at random, and certainly not a boy! Not… Ichigo. No!
“Did I do something wrong?” Ichigo asked after the slender body that had just been under him, but he didn’t get a response, and he wasn’t going to chase after it. The red head sighed his brain had always been on Ishida, during class he’s take a glance, when the Quincy was fighting he’d stare, if just for a few moments. He punched a wall in frustration, why didn’t he loved Ichigo back?
Ishida at that moment saw a dark hole open up, hollow. The charm on his wrist glittered as he formed an arrow preparing to let go of the arrow.
Ichigo sensed it, the hollow running up to the roof. The shinigami brought down Zangetsu down upon the enemy causing it to dissolve away.
“I had it handled.”
“Sure.” Ichigo said his zanpackuto over his shoulder giving a cocky smile. “I guess you owe me one now ‘eh?” He said using shunpo-like speed to come face to face with Ishida. “Now to repay me you should come with me, just for a drink or two.” He said face awfully close to the black haired boy’s.
“No. I could have handled it.” He said pushing his way past Ichigo towards the exit, but the cocky taller male stood in front of him. “Aw, come on, at least come on your own will or…”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll just have to drag ya.” He said giving a cheesy grin.
“Not on my Quincy pride.”
“Why’d I agree to do this?” Ishida asked looking at Kon in his hands.
“Because it was this or drinking. You had to repay me for saving your life in some way.”
Ishida’s eye twitched in annoyance as he sewed diligently sewed Kon a dress.
“A DRESS?!?” The stuffed animal at the mercy of Ishida cried.
“I’m better with girl’s clothes.” The raven said as he continued sewing the purple and pink dress, it was very princessy. “Besides I embroidered little flowers all over it. Yuzu will love it.”
“Yuzu?!” Kon exclaimed before he seemed to cry.
“Oi, Kon shut the hell up.” Ichigo said as he rolled his eyes. Rukia was out right then shopping with Orihime. So he had the room to himself with Ishida, and Kon would be with Yuzu soon, after he got a new dress.
Ishida had finished and sent Kon on his way as soon was he was done before standing up to leave. He was swift in making it to the door, but Ichigo was faster, putting his hand on the door to shut it and trap Ishida there. “Kurosaki…” He said and it was an airy light tone, almost like he was out of breath. Ishida was sucking in his stomach to avoid contact with the other male.
Ichigo brought his face closer, each millimeter getting sweeter and sweeter until he met the other’s lips. A smile easily detectable on the red head’s face, even if Ishida’s eyes were open.
Shoving Ichigo off of him Uryuu’s face red as a beet. “FUCK ICHIGO! YOU BASTARD!” He cursed about to leave before realizing his hands had been pinned against the door. “LET GO DAMN IT!” He continued before feeling those lips on his again, this time more persistent, and he gave in. He’d never found Ichigo particularly attractive, but maybe that was about to change. He let the other slip his tongue slide in and he gasped moaning at the sensation. He’d kissed a girl before, in fact maybe more than one but this was very new and different. “Ichigo…?” His voice softer than from before.
They moved to the bed, Ishida underneath Ichigo. Their lisp connected, tongues clashed, and Ichigo’s hand undid all the buttons on his companion’s shirt. The hand search over the smooth skin, rubbing over his right nipple watching his classmate squirm. “We won’t go far.” He reassured the slender boy beneath him. He’d waited for a while to be noticed like that. “I won’t make you-“
“Shut up.” Ishida said taking Ichigo’s head in his hands kissing him. “We aren’t going to go far…” He added before taking off his shirt and Ichigo’s. He smiled.
Ishida woke up topless next to Ichigo and winced. He’d actually made out with Kurosaki and liked it? He frowned shifting to get his shirt and leave. He realized he’d came in his pants. Cringing at the feeling. He remembered so clearly how Ichigo had just rubbed him in that spot, and how good it felt. All he did was rub the fabric and Ishida had came? Shameful.
Ichigo was awake when Ishida got up and left, but he didn’t mind, at least he knew it wasn’t one sided any more.
Title: Don't Tell, Won't Tell
Rating: Mature (unsure)
Pairing: Ichigo Kurosaki / Ishida Uryuu
Warnings: Mention of Sexual activity, NOT Beta-d
Summary: Just a short part of a fic. Some Kurosaki persistence and Ishida being... Ishida.
COMMUNITY DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
DON'T TELL, WON'T TELL.
“Ichigo?” A black haired male stood looking at a red head, this person had just kissed him on the lips, kissed him. “You!” He said putting a hand over his mouth before running away. He ran to the roof, where he could breath. His starchy clan shirt, now a wrinkled mess from falling onto the floor with Ichigo. “Bastard…” Ishida cursed looking over the school grounds. He could feel Ichigo’s reiatsu become ‘sad’. His aura was just sad, but Uryuu ignored it, he hadn’t caused it, Ichigo brought it upon himself. That bastard trying to kiss him and all, who did he think he was? No one just kissed him at random, and certainly not a boy! Not… Ichigo. No!
“Did I do something wrong?” Ichigo asked after the slender body that had just been under him, but he didn’t get a response, and he wasn’t going to chase after it. The red head sighed his brain had always been on Ishida, during class he’s take a glance, when the Quincy was fighting he’d stare, if just for a few moments. He punched a wall in frustration, why didn’t he loved Ichigo back?
Ishida at that moment saw a dark hole open up, hollow. The charm on his wrist glittered as he formed an arrow preparing to let go of the arrow.
Ichigo sensed it, the hollow running up to the roof. The shinigami brought down Zangetsu down upon the enemy causing it to dissolve away.
“I had it handled.”
“Sure.” Ichigo said his zanpackuto over his shoulder giving a cocky smile. “I guess you owe me one now ‘eh?” He said using shunpo-like speed to come face to face with Ishida. “Now to repay me you should come with me, just for a drink or two.” He said face awfully close to the black haired boy’s.
“No. I could have handled it.” He said pushing his way past Ichigo towards the exit, but the cocky taller male stood in front of him. “Aw, come on, at least come on your own will or…”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll just have to drag ya.” He said giving a cheesy grin.
“Not on my Quincy pride.”
“Why’d I agree to do this?” Ishida asked looking at Kon in his hands.
“Because it was this or drinking. You had to repay me for saving your life in some way.”
Ishida’s eye twitched in annoyance as he sewed diligently sewed Kon a dress.
“A DRESS?!?” The stuffed animal at the mercy of Ishida cried.
“I’m better with girl’s clothes.” The raven said as he continued sewing the purple and pink dress, it was very princessy. “Besides I embroidered little flowers all over it. Yuzu will love it.”
“Yuzu?!” Kon exclaimed before he seemed to cry.
“Oi, Kon shut the hell up.” Ichigo said as he rolled his eyes. Rukia was out right then shopping with Orihime. So he had the room to himself with Ishida, and Kon would be with Yuzu soon, after he got a new dress.
Ishida had finished and sent Kon on his way as soon was he was done before standing up to leave. He was swift in making it to the door, but Ichigo was faster, putting his hand on the door to shut it and trap Ishida there. “Kurosaki…” He said and it was an airy light tone, almost like he was out of breath. Ishida was sucking in his stomach to avoid contact with the other male.
Ichigo brought his face closer, each millimeter getting sweeter and sweeter until he met the other’s lips. A smile easily detectable on the red head’s face, even if Ishida’s eyes were open.
Shoving Ichigo off of him Uryuu’s face red as a beet. “FUCK ICHIGO! YOU BASTARD!” He cursed about to leave before realizing his hands had been pinned against the door. “LET GO DAMN IT!” He continued before feeling those lips on his again, this time more persistent, and he gave in. He’d never found Ichigo particularly attractive, but maybe that was about to change. He let the other slip his tongue slide in and he gasped moaning at the sensation. He’d kissed a girl before, in fact maybe more than one but this was very new and different. “Ichigo…?” His voice softer than from before.
They moved to the bed, Ishida underneath Ichigo. Their lisp connected, tongues clashed, and Ichigo’s hand undid all the buttons on his companion’s shirt. The hand search over the smooth skin, rubbing over his right nipple watching his classmate squirm. “We won’t go far.” He reassured the slender boy beneath him. He’d waited for a while to be noticed like that. “I won’t make you-“
“Shut up.” Ishida said taking Ichigo’s head in his hands kissing him. “We aren’t going to go far…” He added before taking off his shirt and Ichigo’s. He smiled.
Ishida woke up topless next to Ichigo and winced. He’d actually made out with Kurosaki and liked it? He frowned shifting to get his shirt and leave. He realized he’d came in his pants. Cringing at the feeling. He remembered so clearly how Ichigo had just rubbed him in that spot, and how good it felt. All he did was rub the fabric and Ishida had came? Shameful.
Ichigo was awake when Ishida got up and left, but he didn’t mind, at least he knew it wasn’t one sided any more.