Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 13
Ladies and Gentlemen 13
****Warning: YAOI, Lemon, Bondage
Bleach is Kubo's...If it were mine, you know Hollow Ichigo would appear a LOT more.
Velcro or Leather?
Barely blocking the roundhouse aimed for my ribs, I deflected Shiro's foot and jumped at the opening it left. Delivering a solid hit to his stomach, I retract the fist and follow through with punches and an occasional kick wherever I see the slightest opening in his defense. Unfortunately there are not many and he is able to block nearly every attack. However, pushing him back and actually having him on the defensive gives me hope that I might have him this time. With everything that's riding on this match, I can't afford to lose. Not to mention that I swore I would win...
*Before the match
"Hey Ichi, whaddya say we make this a little more interestin'."
"Us slamming fists into each other isn't interesting? What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Nothin' major...Just that the winner gets a little somethin' more out of it."
"..."
"Come on Ichi, don't give me tha' look. What I have in mind will be fun for you too!"
"Wha? You are saying it like you have already won! Well I got news for ya Shi, it's not happening. I will be the victor today asshole."
"Well then, ya got nothin' ta lose! Winner gets to make a request that can't be denied..."
"Why do I get the feeling yours is sexual?"
"It can be anythin' love...and besides what mines gonna be doesn't matter since you are goin' ta win."
"That's true...Alright, deal!"
**Back to the match
"Ugh!" Shiro's block, turned left hook mercilessly brought me out of my musing.
"Don't get distracted Ichigo!" And with that, all the progress I made across the mat was for nothing as he re-took the offensive and landed a few hits before catching me off guard, (again) and knocked me off my feet. With disgustingly attractive grace and speed, he was on top of me, pinning me down while both of us panted from the exertion.
"Ya can't lose focus like that love. What if it wasn't me you were fightin'?" If it wasn't for the concerned look that accompanied that statement, I would have thought he was taunting me. I don't really have to ask him to supply what other individual I would be fighting either. Grimmjow has been on his doorstep a least once a week for the past two months looking for rematches. Yes that's right, plural. Shiro kicks the crap out of him every time, which is how I found out he was holding back when we fought. That was a rather humbling experience I wasn't all too happy with.
In any case, the train of thought that leads us to the gym every few days is, once Grimmjow got tired of getting his ass handed to him (if he ever does), he might come at me directly. My thought on the matter is 'bring it on,' but Shiro wants me as far from the fire as possible. At first I fought it, I was not about to let someone protect me, especially if I didn't need it. But when Shiro said that it wasn't necessarily to protect me, but more along the lines of protecting my future, I began to cave.
"What kind rep would a doctor who gets into fights every week have? You should be fixing people Ichi, not breakin' them. Leave the breakin' part to those of us who are expected to have lower moral values...you know, the strippers, gangsters, prostitutes and serial killers." Even though the last part was a joke, and I think the whole 'protecting my future' thing was just his excuse to protect me, he was right. When Shiro and I spar, no noticeable bruises, breaks, or sprains are left behind. But when I used to fight Grimmjow in high school, it was rare for one of us to not sport some type of noticeable injury. Who wants a surgeon with a black eye and a busted lip? So in the name of 'my future,' I promised to lay low and avoid confrontation when possible.
Remembering that he asked me a question, I raised my eyes to his and responded, "Chances are, if it wasn't you I was fighting, I would have won. Look, I know what you are thinking, but Grimmjow would not try to force himself on me. Besides, we were always pretty equally matched, he'd be to exhausted to follow through."
"Never underestimate the power of desperation Ichigo. Grimmjow has been obsessed with gettin' you back for four years and just found out that it might not be possible. Even generally good men have their limits."
I couldn't help but smirk, Shiro was so damn sexy when he took something seriously. "Yes sensei."
"Ah, which reminds me of our current situation...I won Ichi." Ah shit, I forgot about the bet! Damn it, I should have never lightened the mood. Maybe then he would have forgotten.
"Okay, so what do you want?" And there it is, that smile that promises restless nights, unyielding pleasure, and incomprehensible perverseness.
"Oh, it's a surprise! But I have a question for you first..."
"Which is?"
"Velcro or leather?"
Oh dear god.
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Securing the last strap around Ichigo's ankle, I hear a light moan from the subject of my desire. Finished with my task, I stand up to admire my handiwork. My beautiful, blushing, ripe strawberry is strapped spread eagle to the bed, pillow lifting his backside for easier access, blindfolded, fully erect with the leather strap cock ring in place, and if the moans are anything to go by, the vibrator I placed inside of him when we started, must still be resting against his prostate.
I haven't even been touched yet and I'm already hard as a rock. I have been waiting to see him like this for so long, but I knew my berry would not be coerced into bondage easily. Knowing his pride would not let him back out, I knew that I would have the incentive needed when he accepted the bet.
Before joining him, I reach down to make sure my own matching cock ring is securely in place. Wouldn't want my fantasy to end too quickly now would I? After verifying that it isn't going to pop off in the throws of passion, I crawl onto the bed and slowly advance up Ichigo's body. He cries out as I make a brief stop at his leaking member, giving a few quick licks and one tortuously slow, deep throat suck, before continuing up his lightly trembling body.
"A-ah, Shiro...please..." My tongue pauses it's ministrations as I look up at the blushing face. The blindfold is covering his eyes and I debate pulling it off so I can see the need I know is there. Giving the abused nipple one last lick, I abandon my spot on his chest and finish the journey to his mouth. His lips are dry from panting and I moisten them with my own tongue, before slipping it inside his moist cavern. He battles me halfheartedly but quickly gives in and permits my exploration. We both inhale deeply when I finally pull back and trail small wet kisses to his ear...
"Please what Ichi?" I whisper seductively while trailing fingers along his length.
The sound he makes at my teasing is a little to high pitched to be classified as a moan, but since my strawberry insists that he doesn't 'whine,' a moan it will have to be. Whatever it is, I want to hear more of it and lick the shell of his ear while lightly pressing my thumb nail into his leaking slit. He doesn't disappoint and I am graced with another high pitched 'moan' to fuel my ever growing desire.
"I need you in me Shir-ah..." He cuts off into a strangled moan when I press our erections together and start to pump. His unfinished request is not lost on me though and I reach down to remove the preparatory vibrator from his lube slicked entrance. Releasing both members from my other hand, I grab Ichigo's hips and slowly glide into his tight slicked heat, not stopping until the leather of my ring brushes against his firm ass.
"Fuck Ichigo..." No matter how well prepared, my berry is always so fucking tight. I moan out my pleasure while retreating to shallow thrusts to help stretch him. Well, until he somehow found enough leverage to push further back onto me.
"Harder!" His demand was desperate and I couldn't disappoint. But before I lost myself I needed to make sure he got the most out of this experience, and with any luck, would let me do it again.
"Ichi, let me know before ya climax and I can show ya how these rings are best used." He nods in understanding and I waste no more time, ramming into that tight heat repeatedly we both cry out in abandon.
My stamina is put to the test as the rings prolong the experience. Sweat coating our bodies, and each of us breathing heavily, I reach up and remove the blindfold. His passion glazed bronze orbs lock onto my eyes briefly before I deliver a sharp strike to his prostate and they roll back, lashes fluttering closed in pleasure. Repeating the motion a few more times, I feel his body start to tighten...
"Shiro, I-I'm close." He grinds out. Reaching over to the strap on his ring, I release it as I feel his body start to spasm. Snapping his eyes open, he screams in pleasure and his body jerks within the restraints as he releases hard, white hot essence shooting from his over stimulated member.
The scene he provides, along with the harsh movements of his body push me to that same peak. Quickly releasing my own ring, the force of my orgasm hits just as hard, though without the restraints, my body bucks like a bronco just released from a stable. Unable to find my voice amidst the violent pleasure, I scream silently, eventually managing a strangled moan as my seed finishes leaking into my furiously panting strawberry. Collapsing on top of him, we lay there for a good few minutes to enjoy the high and regain our breath.
"God, Shiro...So fucking good..." He breathes out while I reach up to unstrap the velcro restraints.
I laugh lightly while reaching for the one's at his ankles, "An' you thought ya wouldn' like it."
He blushes but ignores the comment as I wipe him clean with my discarded shirt before tossing it across the room and laying down next to him.
"...So Ichi..."
"Yeah Shi?"
"Think you'll be ready for round two in tha mornin'?" At this he laughs and punches me in the arm, before rolling over and placing his head on my chest.
"So abusive, yet loving at the same time." I sigh out while wrapping my punched arm around him and giving a light kiss to the top of his head.
"And you are so perverted, yet loving at the same time." His response was half yawn mumble, widening the smile on my face, he was so unintentionally cute.
"Love ya Ichi."
"Mm, you too Shi."
Pleasurably exhausted, I doze off thinking about ways to coax Ichigo into round two when we wake up. Ah the perverted mind never rests.
***Was it good for you too? ;) Let's see...yes I think this is my first bondage lemon. Well, bondage AU lemon...