Part 2
A black silhouette frozen in mid-leap at the window sill, Ichigo watched at close proximity the sight of his own body almost encompassing the pale form of the silent and distant archer. In the strange half-light, the Quincy's limbs seemed skeletal against the somehow brutal muscles of his back that was marked with angry scars. The smell of sex and sweat, and the still intertwined bodies left him torn between a wordless repulsion and a misplaced throb at the pit of his stomach. Three pairs of startled eyes exchanged an undistinguishable mixture of emotions before Ichigo finally forced himself to speak.
"You don't have to explain," he managed to choke out, "just get dressed and leave."
He found the common curtesy to look away, not caring that he had just been overtly harsh. There was the comical sound of cotton rustling hurriedly as bodies scrambled to find pants and tops. He felt a fleeting shadow brush past him after a momentary pause, and opened his eyes to see his own body sitting half naked on the tangled mess of the bed sheets. Ichigo jumped into the room, avoiding the dampened bed and sitting at his desk instead. Kon was watching him, his anger evident despite the controlled façade.
"Get cleaned up so I can get my body back," Ichigo said softly, turning away.
"You didn't have to say it to him in that way," Kon retorted, his voice shaking.
Ichigo grabbed onto the side of his desk to keep himself from leaping onto him in more of a fit of hysteria than rage.
"I-I don't care right now. This is just… just fucking crazy. Just-"
His breath was knocked out of him as Kon leapt across the room and slammed him, chair and all, against the neighbouring wall.
"Call me a hypocrite, but don't be fucking selfish," he hissed into his face, "you're not oblivious, you're just fucking ignorant. You know why Ishida's acting like a stranger and you're too egocentric to do anything about it."
Kon's downcast eyes were dark with more of pain than anger as he let go of him. he hastily tugged on boxers and a t-shirt before striding for the door.
"I'm sorry for using your body without permission. But I'm not sorry for the rest of it."
Ichigo rested his head back against the edge of the chair. The ceiling spun behind his tightly closed eyes as the footsteps resumed and the bedroom door slammed shut.
The inky black words of his textbook were there, oppressively spaced and almost crawling on the yellow paper like hair. But the only thing he could see on the page was the almost surreal image of pale, skeletal limbs, the liquid black of the damp hair on the crumpled bedsheets, the half-open, luscious mouth on a face that now appeared more alien to him than ever. He could strangely picture the beads of sweat, small and silvery, nestled into the dark crook of the effeminate neck, salty and sweet on the tip of his tongue.
In front of him, Ishida's head was bent down either in concentration or distraction, the delicate skin stretching across the gently protruding curve of the spine to meet the softly jagged hairline. He visually traced out the jutting shoulder blades beneath the thin shirt, skimming his fingers around the petite waist and weaving them through the rise and fall of the ribcage in his mind.
The fact that he could already taste and feel him confirmed the foreboding certainty of his desire. What disgusted him was his subconscious understanding of the transientness of this ostensible desire that could not, and would not, be resolved with suppression.
A gasp escaped from between the pale lips as Ichigo pushed him roughly against the shelves. Ishida dared to look up, he saw the unrestrained lust in his hard eyes. He swallowed away the bubbling excitement in his throat.
"Are you going to kill me? Go ahead."
"No. I want you. Your body."
As harsh and succinct as ever. The Qincy's jaw set, his eyes blazing.
"Alright."
The orange-haired observed wordlessly as Ishida shrugged off the offending arms from his shoulders and calmly shed his clothes. He straightened as he finished, standing before him in his pale, naked perfection. Ishida felt his skin flush as almost-black eyes travelled from his collarbone down to his stomach. His crotch was already hardening even under the steady gaze. He knew there wasn't going to be foreplay from the look in Ichigo's eyes- at least, not for himself. He slipped onto the table, spreading his legs and mentioning with his eyes for the still teenager to come closer. Then he saw the look and understood.
"I'll do it myself. Just watch if you want to."
He moistened his fingers and shut his eyes as he prepared himself. Ichigo watched him, fighting back the urge to retch at the pale, twisting body and silently groaning mouth, but feeling his already hardened cock twitch in his pants.
His clenched fists were shaking as Ishida finally stopped, withdrawing three trembling digits.
"Do whatever you want. I'm ready."
Ichigo remained motionless. Somehow, despite Ishida's shivering frame, he was the one who felt naked and intimidated under the unreadable, sapphire-coloured glare.
Ishida silently stood and pushed Ichigo into a sitting position, lowering his head between his forced-apart legs. Pale fingers unbuckled his trousers and freed the throbbing member. Ichigo restrained a gasp as a red tongue slipped out between the dry lips and traced around the retracted foreskin before delving into the wet tip. A growl rumbled at his throat as the raven-haired boy devoured him inch by inch, coating him with saliva and pre-come in the burning cavern of his mouth.
He released him before he could start thrusting, and just as suddenly he began to lower himself onto his lap. Suppressed moans resonated from Ishida's mouth as he struggled to fill himself. Ichigo watched he sweat roll down the white chin and neck with eyes that were half closed in bliss. He ignored the cool, black-blue hair that grazed his forehead, and the countable eyelashes on the closed lids that were jewelled with beads of perspiration. Only the pleasure, the tight head squeezing around him, mattered now, and forever now.
It wasn't long after Ishida's movements became laboured that the monster at the bottom of his stomach began to stir. It was then that he cared any less that he possibly could have beforehand. His voice choked out on its own accord, "From behind. Now." He seized the violently shaking teenager by the elbows and spun him onto all fours, too impatient to wait before he could comply himself. An unrestrained, animalistic cry rang in the air as he slammed back into him, almost making the smaller body topple.
He imprisoned himself in the mindless white of his pleasure, oblivious to Ishida's moans and sobs, and his hands that were bruising his milk-white hips. He chose not to hear his own name being called out from Ishida's lips as he came. He chose not to acknowledge that Ishida wanted more than just a fulfilment of their physical need. He chose to shut out everything for that final moment, as he made one last thrust and released all of his empty, soulless pleasure into the fragile body.
Everything came back as abruptly as it began as the euphoria was unwelcomingly swept away by his refocusing mind. Ishida was now sprawled carelessly and lifelessly on the wooden ground. His damp hair looked darker than ever against the ghostly skin that bore at the hips the purpling indentations of his fingertips. His come was seeping out from the swollen entrance, tinged with the pink of Ishida's own blood. His eyes shifted away from the motionless heap to the still-hard lump between his legs that was dripping with the same foreign, strawberry-coloured substance.
Clamping a hand onto the insatiable organ, he dashed towards the dustbin and threw up.
Kon repeatedly pressed the doorbell to Ishida's apartment, his heart thudding against his ribs as the soft footsteps approaching him grew louder. The door was jerked open. He didn't fail to recognise the microsecond glimmer in Ishida's eyes before they sank back into unreadable black pools.
"What are you doing here? Ichigo will kill you."
After the cold words were said he proceeded to shut the door again, but Kon forced his body in between.
"I don't care what that bastard thinks. I wanted to see you."
"Why?" the overly careless tone in his voice only revealed otherwise.
"Because, I love you! Goddamn it!"
He caught the fleeting look in his eyes again before Ishida quickly looked down.
"It doesn't matter to me. I have Ichigo."
" Fuck- are you crazy? Ishida, you know damn well that that was just sex!"
The Quincy didn't reply. He turned away from the entrance, without protest as Kon followed suit and slammed the door shut behind him. He hurried towards the still figure and wrapped his arms around the thin body, burying his head in the crook of his neck. His skin was cold, pungent with the smell of soap as if he had spent hours in the shower.
"Don't, Uryuu," he said softly, gripping tightly onto the now shaking frame.
"I can't. I'm sorry. Not like this," Ishida replied in an almost-whisper.
Kon's face contorted. He forced him to spin around and planted a soft, frightened kiss on his cold lips with his own shivering ones. When he pulled away, he avoided the expression of struggle on Ishida's face and held his head gently beside his own, breathing in the overly clean scent of his damp hair. Thin arms uncertainly but desperately encircled his waist.
"… don't," he repeated quietly, despairingly. "Please don't say it."
I can't love you back. Not without Ichigo's body.
In the morning, Ichigo will take his first conscious breath with the taste of Ishida still fresh in his mouth.
Ishida's nerves will awaken to the lingering of the two distinct, yet identical touches on his body.
They will inevitably walk pass one another in a particular corridor.
In their silence and downcast eyes, they will both acknowledge ones' unrequited lust, and the other's unrequited longing.
fin.
A/N: well, that's all. thanks for your support and hope that you all liked it... to some degree. you know, ishida could just go to kon for love and ichigo for sex, then everybody's happy. it's weird saying that as the author of this story but... i just had to say it haha. so depressing! i don't think i will be writing anymore ichiuri after this. maybe i'll do more doujin though, that's what's mainly in my mind these days. visit my homepage for some doujin if you like! thanks~ please review now and make me happy! :D