Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, by Tite Kubo.
Szayel felt his mouth turn into a twisted smirk as Ishida pushed Szayel against the small bed, and straddled his hips. Szayel was still grinning at Ishida, who received it as a challenge, so Ishida pressed his body against Szayel. Szayel wrapped his arms around Ishida and pulled him so Ishida could feel his breath hot on his neck.
'Ishida, are you sure you're ready for this?' Szayel gazed at Ishida, his sparkling reddish eyes meeting Ishida's devious blue ones.
'Why the hell wouldn't I be ready for this?' Szayel raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he removed Ishida' glasses slowly, setting them on the table and taking off his own. Although everything was now slightly blurry, he could make out the angry form of Ishida Uryuu easily.
While Ishida looked surprised at such a subtle gesture, Szayel took the weakness of the moment to start attacking Ishida's neck, which had been a favorite place of his for some time now, sucking at his shoulder and moving upward. Ishida looked offended for only a moment before lacing his hands through pink hair, and tugging at it. The pain was minimal, and it made Szayel even more aroused. He nipped playfully at Ishida's earlobe in return. The dark-haired man unbuttoned Szayel's shirt quickly, pushing it off his body and drinking in his half-naked form. Szayel stopped him from doing anything else; instead o letting his hands undress him, Szayel made Ishida's hands wind through his hair again as he caressed the man's face, letting his fingers trail downward to the collar of Ishida's crisp green shirt. Szayel unbuttoned each button slowly, exploring every new inch of skin he uncovered, and listened to Ishida groan in anticipation. Already, he could feel Ishida's hardness. He dipped his tongue into Ishida's navel, and received a breathy moan of gratitude. Szayel ran his hands along Ishida's lean body, beaming with self-confidence at the thought that this body, this boy was his. Nobody would take him away, and as he marked his new conquest with bites and scratches, he felt even more elated to be there with him.
Szayel removed Ishida's belt with precision and stretched it out in front of him, to check the length. He tossed it aside, disappointed. It wasn't long enough to serve as a tool, but he would find something that was. He glanced, then, at Ishida's tie, which he had neglected to remove because he'd wanted to see Ishida naked with the tie on, but it would be needed for personal use. He undid the tie with minimal difficulties, and stretched it out, in the same way he did the belt. It would work, and he smiled cruelly at Ishida.
'Give me your wrists.' Ishida shrunk back, shaking his head.
'No, no way.' Szayel's grin quickly turned more malicious as he licked his lips and forcefully grabbed both wrists, tying the tie securely around them and smiling in a feral way. Ishida looked at his hands, disgusted, and back at Szayel.
'Don't worry, Ishida, I'll make it enjoyable for you,' Szayel cooed, tying the other end of the tie to the headboard, which had a metal frame. Ishida looked now at his position, sighing in defeat. Szayel resumed playing with Ishida's body, toying with his right nipple. He twisted it experimentally, hearing Ishida half-moan, half-protest at the treatment. He wondered how Ishida would react to biting. In curiosity, he bit down on Ishida's nipple, dragging out a loud groan of frustration from his partner. Szayel smiled and moved to the other nipple, repeating the same process, but with more force.
'Oh God, you bastard, you are dead when this is over, I-,' Ishida warned, as Szayel rubbed the soft nub of skin delicately before biting down again. A strangled moan cut off the rest of Ishida's loud, empty words. Szayel moved down further, past his navel, and pulled Ishida' zipper down slowly, making his hands brush over his erection lightly. Ishida threw his head back, trying to resist the bonds, but realized that Szayel was extremely skilled in tying knots.
'Gah, Sz-Szayel, hurry up,' Ishida panted. Szayel let out a sigh and removed Ishida's pants, throwing them carelessly onto the floor; he did the same with Ishida's boxers, leaving poor Ishida at a disadvantage. Szayel was still wearing his pants, and his shirt was merely unbuttoned. Szayel shrugged his shirt off, and slowly undressed the rest of his body, not taking very much time to appear alluring. He kept his pants in one hand, fishing in the pocket for something. He smiled when his hand groped a small tube. He pulled it out
'What's that?' Ishida could only see the lid, and he wanted to make sure it wasn't painful.
'It's lubricant. I assume you want me to prepare you?' Ishida nodded vigorously. Szayel squeezed some of the gel into his hand, coating his fingers. He didn't even look at Ishida as he thrust his index finger in his tight opening, feeling the white-hot heat envelope his digit. He slowly added his other finger, and began scissoring to widen the opening for penetration. Ishida gasped in shock, clawing at the headboard. Szayel smirked, removing his fingers gingerly and positioning his manhood at Ishida's entrance. He looked at Ishida, who was panting. A light sheen of sweat made his body even more attractive to Szayel.
After that moment of hesitation, Szayel made up his mind and thrust deep inside Ishida, who cried out in pain, toes curling at the sharp, new pain. Szayel quickly picked up a rhythm, thrusting right into Ishida's prostate and making Ishida's mind swirl with pleasure. Soon, Ishida's body was moving with Szayel's, and the pink-haired man began pumping Ishida's member in time with the thrusts. Ishida's moans had become more constant as Szayel continued to shove his manhood into Ishida. Ishida's small twin-size bed squeaked as Szayel pounded into Ishida, feeling his release come closer and closer. Ishida came first, his seed spilling over both men's stomachs, and after a few hard, heavy thrusts, Szayel came as well, releasing inside Ishida and moaning Ishida's name passionately. Both men spent the next few minutes catching their breath before Ishida pulled at the restraints, trying to get Szayel's attention. He chuckled, untying the knots with admirable skill. After much moving around, both men found a position they could be comfortable in with the limited space, and quickly fell asleep, forgetting completely that the room was shared by another individual, who would return from soccer practice at any minute.
A/N: OMG, yeah, Renji scene next time. I wrote that entire scene in four hours, while my sister took a nap XD and while I listened to the Bleach Beat Collection (my favorite song is Aesthetics and Identity, which Ishida and Ichigo sing together) and put my very well being into this chapter. So, if it's terrible, please tell me! I decided that I wouldn't put an author's note at the top, just because it could add to the drama. Now that I have written this, we will have another stop in Bad Humour Land and then will move on to Conflicts in the Relationship Land.
I had originally planned a ton of dialouge during sex for those two, involving dirty talk and the works, but the part of my brain that likes to edit things decided it would be too corny, so we're left with almost no talking in this chapter...is the sex rushed?