Title:
So
Rating:
PG-15, mentionings of mature topics without getting too explicit
Pairing/Characters:
Chad/Ichigo
Warnings:
Chad's musings in Ch. 201, brief chatter about everything
leading up to it... nothing too major. Yaoi, too.
Summary:
In the end, it all equals out.
A/N: Did I mention I love this pairing? Any way I can get it?
So Ichigo can swing around a sword long as he is tall, plus some.
So Ichigo manages to beat shinigami captains that could squash him in a blink just by, well, blinking.
So Ichigo can save his family, his friends, the city, the Soul Society, and pretty much the entire free world, all while maintaining an impressive class ranking.
So few of them, if any, could begin to protect Ichigo in a fight and always end up endangering him with their lack of strength and skill.
So what?
Whenever Chad gets bogged down by such thoughts, he only has to remind himself of one fact: Ichigo bottoms every time. Practically begs for it, even. In fact he does beg for it, especially when Chad's doing that super-slow, super-sweet thing with his tongue in just the right spot.
The one spot that makes him scream and, of course, beg.
Ichigo was pretty good at begging too. High and breathy and desperate, with his face long-slack, his scowl long-gone, and his pride long-forgotten, he always asked for more in all the right half-words and whole-moans. So hot. So perfect. And Ichigo was perfect to Chad when he touched him, took him. All because it was Chad doing those things to him and no one else.
So Chad doesn't have that much to worry about, really.
-fin-