Callused Hands
They didn't know where they were, only that it was dark and cold and there were hard walls everywhere, blocking every turn, a maze of concrete and tile. They went as long as they could, but no one can go forever, and when they sank to the ground back to back it was in exhaustion.
They didn't mean to fall asleep, but after wandering for hours, keeping their eyes open was more difficult than anything in the world. In their sleep they shivered, and huddled together until finally one woke up to find the other curled around him.
Ichigo stared at the strange arm holding him close. He didn't know whose hand it was. He didn't know anyone with calluses like that, on the finger tips and in a stripe across the palm. That white sleeve, now that was familiar; that was Uryu-san's. But the hand? Uryu had girly hands, kept soft for sewing and crafts, hands that did not seem to know hard work. These hands had scars. These had seen battles.
There was breath on his neck, soft and warm, and something metal was digging into the tender skin there. Metal, not sharp, but round. Round. Like glasses. But it couldn't have been Uryu's glasses, because those were not Uryu's hands. Neither was that Uryu's leg over his, nor his black hair drifting into Ichigo's face. No, no, it couldn't be...
"Are you awake?" Uryu whispered in his ear.
"Y-yes," Ichigo finally whispered back.
"Just checking, shinigami."
"Whatever."
Uryu's voice seemed to hesitate. "You dreamed about Rukia-san."
"What of it?"
"Just- nothing. Just wondering if you knew." A little shiver went down his spine.
"Are you cold?" Ichigo asked. "Here, I'm kindof hot. Turn over, switch places with me."
Uryu froze for a moment, then did as he was told. A moment later Ichigo's front was pressed against his back, one arm wrapped around his stomach and another under his head. Ichigo sighed in relief as his back hit the cool air, and Uryu repressed another shiver at the sound.
"Better?" Ichigo asked, leaning his forehead against Uryu's head in the most comfortable position he could find.
"Yeah." Uryu stared at the hand covering his. "Um, thanks."
"No problem." Ichigo stroked a finger over Uryu's delicate hand. Its long, slim fingers were so different from his own wide hand, and again there were those funny calluses. "Hey, where did you get calluses from?"
"My bow, of course." Uryu hoped his voice sounded normal. "They're a little...different from yours because I only use certain parts of my hand for it. Yours are all over from gripping a hilt, but my weapon is more, ah, delicate."
"Oh, yeah," Ichigo replied. Of course. Why hadn't he realized it? "Don't they interphere with your crafts?"
His finger ran over them again and this time Uryu couldn't stop the shiver, and the way his body pressed agianst Ichigo's. In return, Ichigo pulled him in closer and rested his face against Uryu's neck. Uryu's chest hurt from keeping his breath even, and waves of heat were pouring down his body. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.
"Er, Ichigo, could you not do that?"
"Do what?"
"Don't- pull me in close like that." Please don't ask me why, was the added prayer.
Ichigo stared at the pale neck in front of him.
"What if I said no?"
Uryu froze, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. "No?"
"No."
"Then...then..." Uryu felt like his chest would explode from lack of oxygen. "I would- be fine with that."
Ichigo opened his mouth and breathed in deeply, then rested his lips against Uryu's neck.
"Good," he whispered, "because I like it right here."
Uryu, as if in a dream, shifted his slim fingers so that they were intertwined with Ichigo's thick, callused ones.
"I like your calluses," Uryu whispered.
A tiny, shaky kiss landed on Uryu's neck as Ichigo let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and closed his eyes.
"I like yours too."
This is an IJ porn battle promt, Uryu/Ichigo, callused hands. Actually, Uryu's probably the only guy I can really see Ichigo with at this point, as far as maturity levels go and all that shit. Actually, I'm not sure I can. Hmm. No idea? Well, either way, I like the pairing. And I even know Uryu's name after this fic, instead of referring to him as 'Quincy Archer Hates You.' Oh Bleach poems...
Anyway, this is going to be a series of drabbles with various Bleach characters. Yes, I will take requests. Format them as: Pairing, prompt. Short one or two word prompts are more likely to be written, and it's really doubtful that I'll write anything but slash. (Funny, because I love a bunch of het pairings for Bleach, and even a couple of femmeslash, but I just don't write it. I only write semi-violent het. Don't ask. If I write semi-violent slash, I'll point it out as an example.) So...go at it! No promises that I'll write it, but give me a list and chances are I'll grab at least one. What can I say, I'm easily amused like that. And yes, they'll get more graphic; I just was in a tranquel mood when I wrote this one.
So...hope you enjoyed it, leave me a review, eat your vegetables, etc etc. See you next drabble!
P.S. Disclaimer: NOT MINE.