Fanfic: Behind the Battles IchigoxUryuu 1/1 rated NC18 for bundama
Title: Behind the Fights
Author: StarbearerTM
Word count: 992
Genre: PWP
Paring: UryuuxIchigo
Rating: NC18
Warning: Sex, Male/Male
Summary: Quincy and Shinigami have an interesting ritual they’ve developed after fighting hollows.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I make no money writing this fanfiction.
“Is that you Ichigo,” whispered Uryuu as he leaned forwards, eyes closed. Against the Quincy’s neck his hot breath fanned.
Sword callused hands danced down the blue trim on the front of his Quincy uniform. They lingered on the invisible zipper tab as the Substitute purred into his lover’s ear, “Yes love?”
Straddling those hakama clad strong legs felt well on his throbbing erection through the tight pants that clung to his narrow legs. In contrast to the billowing clothes of the shinigami upon whose lap he sat, Uryuu’s skin tight white costume left no curve or angle of his body to Ichigo’s imagination.
“You rarely call me that,” Uryuu whispered back, glancing down through misted over glasses at Ichigo’s hands reaching for a nipple. He hissed in pleasure as the orange haired shinigami pinched both in his hands till they resembled small cherries in color and firmness.
“Meaning you’d kick my ass if I called you that in front of other people?” Ichigo chuckled, dipping his hands south and loosening Uryuu’s pants a bit. Against the Quincy’s back pressed the hard links of Ichigo’s sword strap, part of the tangible reminder of Ichigo’s uniqueness among other Shinigami in the Quincy’s mind. He smelled and tasted the warm spilling reiatsu over him. Delicious.
Uryuu liked sitting on his lover’s lap in strange places. Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud. Today the energy of slain hollows purified returned them to Soul Society, in the aftermath of their battle.
Into the groove between Uryuu’s shoulder and neck Ichigo leaned his head, nipping at Uryuu’s neck under the collar that he unzipped. Light flashed across Uryuu’s glasses obscuring his eyes. Against Ichigo’s bulge Uryuu rubbed his muscular tight ass that Ichigo would love to tap in a few minutes once he got him sufficiently aroused.
“Are you going to continue to molest me or are you going to be a man of your word and satiate my needs?” Uryuu whispered, his glasses fogging up a bit.
“Patience,” chuckled Ichigo, loving to get his lover riled up. He then reached around and dipped his hands into Uryuu’s pants, grabbing his lover’s slender but long length. Slowly he pumped it. In time Uryuu bobbed his hips, rubbing and bucking against Ichigo’s erection tenting his hakama.
“Enough patience,” Uryuu whispered. Then he closed his eyes deciding since Ichigo was teasing him too much he’d try something of his own. Against Ichigo’s bulge he flexed his backside again and again till he heard Ichigo’s grunt.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ichigo asked.
“Teasing you for a change,” whispered Uryuu with a smirk that Ichigo felt making him even harder.
“Your glasses are all steamy, I can’t see your eyes. Take them off and I’ll turn you around,” Ichigo growled, nipping Uryuu’s ear.
“You take them off, since you’re holding me prisoner here,” the Quincy retorted, feeling Ichigo’s arms locking him in place. As soon as Ichigo released him, he leapt up, putting Ichigo’s hands on his pants to peel them down. Once they dropped to his ankles, he stepped out of them, spun around, and then straddled the Shinigami.
Ichigo groaned as Uryuu undid his sash and reached down to spread his robe. At the same time Uryuu bent down and nipped at the substitute’s collar bone. Zangetsu lay on its side next to the five glittering silver cylinders that dropped next to it after Uryuu released his belt.
Still straddling Ichigo’s lap, Uryuu bent down to kiss Ichigo’s lips. He thrust his tongue into his lover’s slightly chapped lips, groaning at the taste of Ichigo’s breath surging into his mouth. Two fingers slipped through Uryuu’s tight opening, causing him to grunt into their mingled kiss. He heard the pop of a snap cap, followed by the retreat of Ichigo’s fingers. A second later those same fingers were slicked and unimpeded slipping inside him again.
“Kurosaki… you remembered. I suppose your head isn’t as thick as it sometimes seems,” Uryuu whispered breaking from the kiss for breath.
“You’re going to say it’s your influence, right smartass?” Ichigo grinned, rubbing their noses. He bumped Uryuu’s fogged glasses. Then pulled them off and stuck them in the front of his robe pushed to the side.
Without them the Quincy only saw the blurred forms of Ichigo’s tanned manhood bobbing up in contrast to his pale pillar of flesh. But he felt them rubbing together inside of Ichigo’s grasp wrapping around them both. Adding his hand atop Ichigo’s he rubbed and moaned. Both tips turned a rosy pink to a desperate red, engorged with blood.
Swift strokes and hands covered in sweat soon resulted in loud groans. Their lips fused in the attempt to stifle them from any ears. However anyone seeing them would only notice the Quincy under the trees and behind the bushes levitating in midair as he stroked himself in mind numbing sexual bliss.
Ichigo boosted Uryuu up, assisted by the Quincy’s hands on his broad shoulders. The rosy tanned tip bumped against his opening, and Uryuu let out a low groan as he slid down. Waiting till Uryuu was all right, Ichigo held off on thrusting. The moment of penetration fell over both of them, and Uryuu breathed deeply. Ichigo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head from the tight sheath of the muscles around him at the same time Uryuu hissed in pain and pleasure.
In unison they moved. Lips merged and glided to accompany the rocking of their hips. Fast, furious and frenetic till bliss exploded at once in blue and heavy shinigami reiatsu. Uryuu lay his head in Ichigo’s shoulder and sighed. Ichigo caught his lips in a kiss, panting deeply.
“We should do this every time we kick hollow ass, Uryuu,” whispered Ichigo.
“As long as you bring the lubricant, I’ll consider it,” murmured Uryuu, enjoying the peaceful post coital warmth. He relaxed in Ichigo’s arms, both Quincy and Shinigami intertwined physically.
Author: StarbearerTM
Word count: 992
Genre: PWP
Paring: UryuuxIchigo
Rating: NC18
Warning: Sex, Male/Male
Summary: Quincy and Shinigami have an interesting ritual they’ve developed after fighting hollows.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. I make no money writing this fanfiction.
“Is that you Ichigo,” whispered Uryuu as he leaned forwards, eyes closed. Against the Quincy’s neck his hot breath fanned.
Sword callused hands danced down the blue trim on the front of his Quincy uniform. They lingered on the invisible zipper tab as the Substitute purred into his lover’s ear, “Yes love?”
Straddling those hakama clad strong legs felt well on his throbbing erection through the tight pants that clung to his narrow legs. In contrast to the billowing clothes of the shinigami upon whose lap he sat, Uryuu’s skin tight white costume left no curve or angle of his body to Ichigo’s imagination.
“You rarely call me that,” Uryuu whispered back, glancing down through misted over glasses at Ichigo’s hands reaching for a nipple. He hissed in pleasure as the orange haired shinigami pinched both in his hands till they resembled small cherries in color and firmness.
“Meaning you’d kick my ass if I called you that in front of other people?” Ichigo chuckled, dipping his hands south and loosening Uryuu’s pants a bit. Against the Quincy’s back pressed the hard links of Ichigo’s sword strap, part of the tangible reminder of Ichigo’s uniqueness among other Shinigami in the Quincy’s mind. He smelled and tasted the warm spilling reiatsu over him. Delicious.
Uryuu liked sitting on his lover’s lap in strange places. Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud. Today the energy of slain hollows purified returned them to Soul Society, in the aftermath of their battle.
Into the groove between Uryuu’s shoulder and neck Ichigo leaned his head, nipping at Uryuu’s neck under the collar that he unzipped. Light flashed across Uryuu’s glasses obscuring his eyes. Against Ichigo’s bulge Uryuu rubbed his muscular tight ass that Ichigo would love to tap in a few minutes once he got him sufficiently aroused.
“Are you going to continue to molest me or are you going to be a man of your word and satiate my needs?” Uryuu whispered, his glasses fogging up a bit.
“Patience,” chuckled Ichigo, loving to get his lover riled up. He then reached around and dipped his hands into Uryuu’s pants, grabbing his lover’s slender but long length. Slowly he pumped it. In time Uryuu bobbed his hips, rubbing and bucking against Ichigo’s erection tenting his hakama.
“Enough patience,” Uryuu whispered. Then he closed his eyes deciding since Ichigo was teasing him too much he’d try something of his own. Against Ichigo’s bulge he flexed his backside again and again till he heard Ichigo’s grunt.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ichigo asked.
“Teasing you for a change,” whispered Uryuu with a smirk that Ichigo felt making him even harder.
“Your glasses are all steamy, I can’t see your eyes. Take them off and I’ll turn you around,” Ichigo growled, nipping Uryuu’s ear.
“You take them off, since you’re holding me prisoner here,” the Quincy retorted, feeling Ichigo’s arms locking him in place. As soon as Ichigo released him, he leapt up, putting Ichigo’s hands on his pants to peel them down. Once they dropped to his ankles, he stepped out of them, spun around, and then straddled the Shinigami.
Ichigo groaned as Uryuu undid his sash and reached down to spread his robe. At the same time Uryuu bent down and nipped at the substitute’s collar bone. Zangetsu lay on its side next to the five glittering silver cylinders that dropped next to it after Uryuu released his belt.
Still straddling Ichigo’s lap, Uryuu bent down to kiss Ichigo’s lips. He thrust his tongue into his lover’s slightly chapped lips, groaning at the taste of Ichigo’s breath surging into his mouth. Two fingers slipped through Uryuu’s tight opening, causing him to grunt into their mingled kiss. He heard the pop of a snap cap, followed by the retreat of Ichigo’s fingers. A second later those same fingers were slicked and unimpeded slipping inside him again.
“Kurosaki… you remembered. I suppose your head isn’t as thick as it sometimes seems,” Uryuu whispered breaking from the kiss for breath.
“You’re going to say it’s your influence, right smartass?” Ichigo grinned, rubbing their noses. He bumped Uryuu’s fogged glasses. Then pulled them off and stuck them in the front of his robe pushed to the side.
Without them the Quincy only saw the blurred forms of Ichigo’s tanned manhood bobbing up in contrast to his pale pillar of flesh. But he felt them rubbing together inside of Ichigo’s grasp wrapping around them both. Adding his hand atop Ichigo’s he rubbed and moaned. Both tips turned a rosy pink to a desperate red, engorged with blood.
Swift strokes and hands covered in sweat soon resulted in loud groans. Their lips fused in the attempt to stifle them from any ears. However anyone seeing them would only notice the Quincy under the trees and behind the bushes levitating in midair as he stroked himself in mind numbing sexual bliss.
Ichigo boosted Uryuu up, assisted by the Quincy’s hands on his broad shoulders. The rosy tanned tip bumped against his opening, and Uryuu let out a low groan as he slid down. Waiting till Uryuu was all right, Ichigo held off on thrusting. The moment of penetration fell over both of them, and Uryuu breathed deeply. Ichigo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head from the tight sheath of the muscles around him at the same time Uryuu hissed in pain and pleasure.
In unison they moved. Lips merged and glided to accompany the rocking of their hips. Fast, furious and frenetic till bliss exploded at once in blue and heavy shinigami reiatsu. Uryuu lay his head in Ichigo’s shoulder and sighed. Ichigo caught his lips in a kiss, panting deeply.
“We should do this every time we kick hollow ass, Uryuu,” whispered Ichigo.
“As long as you bring the lubricant, I’ll consider it,” murmured Uryuu, enjoying the peaceful post coital warmth. He relaxed in Ichigo’s arms, both Quincy and Shinigami intertwined physically.