Empty Words
Title: Empty Words
Characters/Pairing: Uryu/Ichigo (Characters by Tite Kubo)
Warnings: Rating - R
Notes: I never imagined my muse would send me inspiration for an angsty, smutty, Uryu/Ichigo scene. I have no idea where this came from, or if it's any good. I just write what I'm told to.
“It’s never going to change, is it?” Ichigo was tired. He felt a weariness that had nothing to do with the fighting, nothing to do with his duties.
The silence that spun out after his question was frightening. Uryu couldn’t even manage a reassuring lie, or a momentary confusion over the meaning of Ichigo’s words. He simply stopped buttoning his shirt and closed himself off, letting the icy veil he carried in public fall over him.
Even with his back to the other boy, Ichigo felt the change. His hands grabbed fistfuls of the blanket below him, and his eyes shut tight against the pain. “Would it be the same with anyone? Or is it just me?”
“You know how I’ve always felt. This…this just happens. We both need something and we’re both here. That’s all.”
“You’re a liar, Uryu. You always have been. You can say you hate, but you’ve never been able to admit to caring.”
“You don’t know how I feel, Kurosaki.”
The sound of his last name from that mouth in this situation pushed him too far. He turned and shoved the dark-haired boy hard, right off the bed. Uryu glared from the floor, his blue eyes unshielded by his glasses, which lay on the night-table. Ichigo knelt on the bed, fists balled on his thighs.
“I’m not stupid! I know you, Uryu! I know you better than most people will ever know another person, just like I know Chad, and Rukia, and Orihime, and Renji. And I know you even better than I know them, because to me you’re not just there, you’re there. And I know it’s the same for you! But your words say one thing, while your actions say something else. Words can be empty, useless things unless you back them up with actions and your words are always like that, Uryu.”
“If they’re empty and useless, why get so mad? Why not just go by my actions?”
“Because I’m only human. I can’t live each day with you in public, hearing you say you don’t care, hearing you say my name with that tone in your voice. I can’t take it. And even when we’re alone, it’s always me reaching out, always me giving myself, and it’s never good enough for you.”
Uryu stood, moved close to Ichigo and laid a hand on the orange hair before him. Ichigo flinched. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”
“I know.” Uryu’s voice was low, thick. “I know, but I don’t know how to stop, Ichigo.”
Ichigo’s hands found Uryu’s hips, and he laid his head against the archer’s bare stomach. “So many people lie to me, Uryu. So many people don’t tell me things. It hurts. Don’t do that to me.”
The hand on Ichigo’s head pushed gently into his hair, and he felt the other hand come up to caress his neck. Ichigo shuddered under the touch, and his hands tightened on the other boy’s hips. He kissed the bare skin under his mouth. Uryu pushed him back gently, leaned down to kiss him. Ichigo gave his mouth up to the archer, opening it and sucking gently on the tongue that pushed it’s way in. Receiving a kiss from the Quincy was rare. Ichigo relished it, letting Uryu do what he wished. He felt hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the mattress, and he let himself fall, let the archer move on top of him. Uryu let his weight press on Ichigo, and his kiss became firmer, more demanding. He ground himself against Ichigo, causing him to harden again.
They had already fucked earlier, their usual quick, desperate clutching, but now they moved slowly, deliberately. Ichigo’s hands moved up over Uryu’s back, sliding slowly under his open shirt. The archer continued to claim the redhead’s mouth while he slowly moved his hips, feeling them both stiffen beneath their clothes.
It seemed an eternity before he finally sat up, removing his shirt, Ichigo’s hands roaming over his body as he did so. When his shirt was lying in a heap on the floor, Uryu unbuttoned Ichigo’s pants and slid them down, off the other boy, then let his hands trail up Ichigo’s legs, his thighs. When one of his hands closed around the redheads’ throbbing erection, Ichigo groaned and closed his eyes, letting himself go in the pleasure. Uryu’s hand pumped slowly, almost lazily. He watched Ichigo’s face, watched him arch up into his touch.
He waited until Ichigo was panting, until he was gripping the sheets beneath him in a death grip. Then, eliciting a moan from the redhead, he pushed a finger inside him. He took his time, slowly preparing him and driving him to distraction at the same time.
When he finally took his hands away and moved between Ichigo’s legs, he kissed him again, deeply and gently. He pushed into Ichigo and stopped, found the other boys’ hands and clasped them in his own. Then he began to move, slowly, with great focus.
This was the first time Ichigo was the vulnerable one, the one being fucked. The archer’s careful, tender movements caused him to hold his hands a little tighter. He moaned Uryu’s name and began to move with him, raising his hips to meet each thrust.
They found a rhythm and then sped it up as Uryu’s hand closed around Ichigo once more.
He had Ichigo come first, waiting until he was shaking beneath him for his own release. When he did let go, he did so with his head buried in Ichigo’s neck, one hand squeezing Ichigo’s own tightly. He stayed in that position for a long time.
Ichigo made no effort to move him, just waited, with black hair tickling his cheek and warm breath against his shoulder. When Uryu raised his head, he only looked at Ichigo briefly before closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He opened his eyes, looked down at Ichigo again. “It’s not just you. I’d be like this with anyone. I…” he swallowed, shook his head slightly. “I can’t help it. I hate myself sometimes. But…I don’t hate you.” He brought his forehead down gently against Ichigo’s. “I don’t hate you. I’m not just here. This is where I want to be.” The blue eyes closed again. Ichigo brought a hand up, pushed it into Uryu’s hair, held him down tight against him.
“I know. I know, you idiot. I just need to hear you say it once in awhile.”
Characters/Pairing: Uryu/Ichigo (Characters by Tite Kubo)
Warnings: Rating - R
Notes: I never imagined my muse would send me inspiration for an angsty, smutty, Uryu/Ichigo scene. I have no idea where this came from, or if it's any good. I just write what I'm told to.
“It’s never going to change, is it?” Ichigo was tired. He felt a weariness that had nothing to do with the fighting, nothing to do with his duties.
The silence that spun out after his question was frightening. Uryu couldn’t even manage a reassuring lie, or a momentary confusion over the meaning of Ichigo’s words. He simply stopped buttoning his shirt and closed himself off, letting the icy veil he carried in public fall over him.
Even with his back to the other boy, Ichigo felt the change. His hands grabbed fistfuls of the blanket below him, and his eyes shut tight against the pain. “Would it be the same with anyone? Or is it just me?”
“You know how I’ve always felt. This…this just happens. We both need something and we’re both here. That’s all.”
“You’re a liar, Uryu. You always have been. You can say you hate, but you’ve never been able to admit to caring.”
“You don’t know how I feel, Kurosaki.”
The sound of his last name from that mouth in this situation pushed him too far. He turned and shoved the dark-haired boy hard, right off the bed. Uryu glared from the floor, his blue eyes unshielded by his glasses, which lay on the night-table. Ichigo knelt on the bed, fists balled on his thighs.
“I’m not stupid! I know you, Uryu! I know you better than most people will ever know another person, just like I know Chad, and Rukia, and Orihime, and Renji. And I know you even better than I know them, because to me you’re not just there, you’re there. And I know it’s the same for you! But your words say one thing, while your actions say something else. Words can be empty, useless things unless you back them up with actions and your words are always like that, Uryu.”
“If they’re empty and useless, why get so mad? Why not just go by my actions?”
“Because I’m only human. I can’t live each day with you in public, hearing you say you don’t care, hearing you say my name with that tone in your voice. I can’t take it. And even when we’re alone, it’s always me reaching out, always me giving myself, and it’s never good enough for you.”
Uryu stood, moved close to Ichigo and laid a hand on the orange hair before him. Ichigo flinched. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”
“I know.” Uryu’s voice was low, thick. “I know, but I don’t know how to stop, Ichigo.”
Ichigo’s hands found Uryu’s hips, and he laid his head against the archer’s bare stomach. “So many people lie to me, Uryu. So many people don’t tell me things. It hurts. Don’t do that to me.”
The hand on Ichigo’s head pushed gently into his hair, and he felt the other hand come up to caress his neck. Ichigo shuddered under the touch, and his hands tightened on the other boy’s hips. He kissed the bare skin under his mouth. Uryu pushed him back gently, leaned down to kiss him. Ichigo gave his mouth up to the archer, opening it and sucking gently on the tongue that pushed it’s way in. Receiving a kiss from the Quincy was rare. Ichigo relished it, letting Uryu do what he wished. He felt hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the mattress, and he let himself fall, let the archer move on top of him. Uryu let his weight press on Ichigo, and his kiss became firmer, more demanding. He ground himself against Ichigo, causing him to harden again.
They had already fucked earlier, their usual quick, desperate clutching, but now they moved slowly, deliberately. Ichigo’s hands moved up over Uryu’s back, sliding slowly under his open shirt. The archer continued to claim the redhead’s mouth while he slowly moved his hips, feeling them both stiffen beneath their clothes.
It seemed an eternity before he finally sat up, removing his shirt, Ichigo’s hands roaming over his body as he did so. When his shirt was lying in a heap on the floor, Uryu unbuttoned Ichigo’s pants and slid them down, off the other boy, then let his hands trail up Ichigo’s legs, his thighs. When one of his hands closed around the redheads’ throbbing erection, Ichigo groaned and closed his eyes, letting himself go in the pleasure. Uryu’s hand pumped slowly, almost lazily. He watched Ichigo’s face, watched him arch up into his touch.
He waited until Ichigo was panting, until he was gripping the sheets beneath him in a death grip. Then, eliciting a moan from the redhead, he pushed a finger inside him. He took his time, slowly preparing him and driving him to distraction at the same time.
When he finally took his hands away and moved between Ichigo’s legs, he kissed him again, deeply and gently. He pushed into Ichigo and stopped, found the other boys’ hands and clasped them in his own. Then he began to move, slowly, with great focus.
This was the first time Ichigo was the vulnerable one, the one being fucked. The archer’s careful, tender movements caused him to hold his hands a little tighter. He moaned Uryu’s name and began to move with him, raising his hips to meet each thrust.
They found a rhythm and then sped it up as Uryu’s hand closed around Ichigo once more.
He had Ichigo come first, waiting until he was shaking beneath him for his own release. When he did let go, he did so with his head buried in Ichigo’s neck, one hand squeezing Ichigo’s own tightly. He stayed in that position for a long time.
Ichigo made no effort to move him, just waited, with black hair tickling his cheek and warm breath against his shoulder. When Uryu raised his head, he only looked at Ichigo briefly before closing his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He opened his eyes, looked down at Ichigo again. “It’s not just you. I’d be like this with anyone. I…” he swallowed, shook his head slightly. “I can’t help it. I hate myself sometimes. But…I don’t hate you.” He brought his forehead down gently against Ichigo’s. “I don’t hate you. I’m not just here. This is where I want to be.” The blue eyes closed again. Ichigo brought a hand up, pushed it into Uryu’s hair, held him down tight against him.
“I know. I know, you idiot. I just need to hear you say it once in awhile.”