Accidents

Chapter 9

By MasterAkira

Warnings: Voyeurism, language, anal, underaged!Ichigo, OOCness

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, any of the characters, and I am not making any money off of this.

Author's Note: Okay, it's been awhile since I've been on, but I graduated, partied hard (sorta, I mean, much more cake and I would have died), am working full time, and harboring festering obsessions with Star Trek, Harry Potter, and Torchwood. I've been watching/reading less anime, so I haven't felt like writing. I don't really like this, but it was sitting around, and I really like this pairing. I still want to write more before I leave for classes at the end of August...

If you want more, or something special, a review or two might just inspire me. (Hint hint). Okay, enjoy if you wish!

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Ichigo was lost. He had told Rukia he would be fine on his own, but…he wasn't. He knew he had to be somewhere near the eleventh. There, he felt a familiar reistau. It was Yumichika's, if he wasn't mistaken. He decided the effeminate man would probably give him directions.

He shunpoed towards the source of the reiatsu, arriving outside a fair-sized house. He climbed up onto the porch, moving to a closed shoji door. He heard sounds from inside that made him pause, sounds that made him think of battle. He threw open the screen door and stopped, dead in his tracks. The sight in front of him was one he thought he'd never see. The shinigami he knew was laying in the middle of a western bed, naked, his pale legs spread, another man moving between them, fucking him with fast, hard thrusts. Ichigo's jaw fell open, stunned by the sight. Yumichika was gorgeous, his body shining with a thin sheen of sweat, arching back against the thrusts of the other shinigami. Sounds and words of pleasure poured from red lips, encouraging and praising his partner.

Ichigo caught snippets. "Fuck, so good." "More, harder." "Gods, fuck me harder!" "You feel so good, come on!"

Ichigo felt himself getting hard, just from the scene and all the stimulation of his senses that went with it. His reiatsu flared and the men on the bed ceased action and they both looked at him. Yumichika smirked at the sight of the substitute shinigami. "Kurosaki-kun."

"Fuck, the substitute! I'm not supposed ta be here, Ayasegawa-goseki." The man pulled out of Yumichika, suddenly soft and not interested in their coupling anymore. He quickly pulled on the bottom half of his uniform and fled, sending one last fleeting glance to Ichigo. He was afraid of the human teen. Most of the Seireitei was.

Yumichika, aroused and upset, sat up, glaring at a still silent Ichigo. "Kurosaki-kun, you ruined my sex! What am I going to do now?" His perfectly plucked eyebrows came together as he frowned. "Well?"

Ichigo realized he had just interrupted them, and it was over. "I'm so sorry Ayasegawa-san! It was an accident and, I didn't mean ta make him leave, but he just ran out of here…" his words died as Yumichika started stroking himself.

"You're going to make this up to me."

His brain barely functioning, Ichigo forced himself to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous man in front of him and the erection he was sporting. "I don't know…I'm sorry Ayasegawa-san, I was lost and now…" he recoiled when he caught the look he was getting from the shinigami. "Ayasegawa-san?"

"Come here, Ich-i-go." He stressed each syllable of the teen's name, rolling it around in his mouth, trying it out. "Take off your clothes. You're going to make this up to me." He lay back down, smiling, and ran a hand through his hair.

Ichigo, shocked, turned red before managing to stutter something out. "Ayasegawa-san, bu-but, me?"

"Yes you. Now hurry up and get naked. I think you're beautiful, and powerful. Though you could work on that pout…, but you're sexy, even though you're, how old?"

"Fifteen."

"Fifteen? Oh my. Well, call me Yumichika, and get your tight ass over here." With a giggle he patted the bed between his legs, inviting Ichigo over. "Take off your clothing."

"My cl-clothing?" Ichigo took a step forward and stopped, suffering and feeling his face burn with embarrassment.

"Yes, you cannot have proper sex with them on." The shinigami smiled at him and gave him a little wink. Ichigo swallowed past the huge knot in his throat and nodded, quickly peeling away his uniform without fan-fair. He climbed on the bed, near Yumichika, with one hand in his lap, hiding himself. "Move your hand." The older male sounded very amused. He giggled when he caught sight of Ichigo's impressive teenaged erection. "Oh my, very good Ichigo, very good indeed. I think it makes you even more beautiful."

"Aya- Yumichika-san, I don't know, um, what ta do." His blush deepened, and he balled his hands in to fists to keep from moving them back in front of his crotch.

"Are you a virgin?" Ichigo nodded. "Really?! A beauty like you? Humans are so stupid!" His melodious laugh echoed in the room and he sat up fully, grabbing Ichigo by the shoulders and pulling him forward, so he could kiss a nervous frown away.

Reeling from his first kiss, Ichigo moaned, and let himself be pulled forward, toppling so his weight settled on top of the slim shinigami. His noises increased when his erection rubbed up against equally heated skin. Finally the kiss broke and he couldn't help but buck his hips and try for more contact. He felt like his head was going to explode. "Tell me what ta do. I really want you, right now." He couldn't help but stare into deep violet eyes burning with desire as they looked at him.

"Just line yourself up and press in. I'm already prepared." Yumichika smiled and ran a manicured hand along Ichigo's cheek and into his hair.

"I don't want to hurt you." He had heard anal sex was painful for the receiving partner, but he hadn't paid it much attention, never expecting to experience it himself. He'd always found guys attractive, but it was almost too much of a taboo for him even to consider it.

Yumichika laughed. "I'm sure you won't." He arched up, rubbing against Ichigo, and letting out a little moan. "Come on, don't be afraid. I want you to fuck me."

Nodding, Ichigo bit his bottom lip and grasped his erection, slowly lining up with Yumichika's asshole, which glimmered slightly with lube, and pressed the head against the ring of muscle. He started to press in, finding the male tight and hot. He shivered as he quickly seated himself, incoherent with pleasure. "So…ugh, I don't even know."

The shinigami let out a strangled giggle, Ichigo felt a lot bigger than he had originally thought. "Move. Slowly." It felt so good, pressing against his walls.

"I can't. Yer too tight." Ichigo tried to keep breathing through his nose. In, out. In, out. But it seemed that when he wasn't reminding himself he forgot. It was just…like nothing he had ever felt before.

"Please, I need you to. Please?" The plea was desperate, whispered through clenched teeth.

"I'll try." With a deep breath he braced himself and moved his hips backwards, jerkily moving out of the humid space.

"Now press back in." Yumichika pulled Ichigo's head down, forcing their lips together. He swallowed the boy's sounds, trying to encourage more movement. They kissed as Ichigo pushed back in, relaxing into the bliss. It felt too good. As soon as he was so far in he could no longer move he lost all control, coming harder than he ever had before deep in the shinigami.

His screams were muffled at first but he broke away from the intoxicating kiss, overcome with sensations. If felt like every time his orgasm was about to stop, Yumichika clenched around him and it just got worse. By the time the waves of bliss abated he was panting, limply lying on top of Yumichika. "Yumichika-san…? I didn't mean to…," he blushed, deepening the flush covering his face, neck, and chest.

Seething lavender eyes met his. Harsh words were gritted out between clenched teeth. "You came inside of me, you little idiot! Two strokes and you can't keep it up! You ruined my night and then had the audacity to finish without me, inside me. No one does that to me! Why the fuck did I think a little royka like you was good for anything?!" His hands pushed at Ichigo's shoulders, trying to get him off. "Get up! I won't have a useless thing wasting my time and taking up space in my bed."

Ichigo lifted his head fully, his upper body following, and looked Yumichika directly in the eyes. "No." He flexed his hips. "I'll prove than I can do anything! I'm not some little kid. See, I'm hard again already. So shut up, and let me do this." His face was set, a scowl lining his defined features.

"No. I'm sick of you. Coming without one's partner is very unbeautiful, and-" his tirade was cut off as Ichigo kissed him, one hand holding his face, the other moving down to grasp his slender hips and brace them as he began to thrust in earnest. As soon as his fear of coming was over, he knew he could fuck Yumichika to the high heavens.

Yumichika wasn't sure he wanted Ichigo to keep fucking him, but as soon as his prostate was hit he knew he wasn't going to stop it. "There! Right there! Ugh, faster Ichigo!" He arched up, trying to open himself up even more to the wonderful sensations. "Fuck me, Kurosaki Ichigo!"

"Yumichika-san, you're so tight!" His eyes were at half mast, but he clenched his jaw and continued to plow into the heat. Yumichika finally let out a scream and Ichigo realized he was doing something right. He tried to keep his hips at that angle, his hands grasping at smooth flesh, bruising strength leaving marks across the pale, jutting bones. "I'm going to…" he speed up, moving at a dizzying pace, until he knew he was past his breaking point.

"Just come." Yumichika panted, trying to thrust back against Ichigo. He managed to bring one hand between their bodies, wrapping it around his burning erection. He stroked only once before Ichigo lost it, pumping madly and loosing it inside of him. The feeling of being filled pushed him over the edge, and he loved it.

Ichigo realized, only after he came to, that he had passed out for a moment after coming inside of the shinigami. He had collapsed on top of the man, warm wetness between them, and against his groin. With effort he conjured up a slight smile. "I'm sorry, I came in ya…" a blush deepened across his nose. "Thank ya. I…"

"You were fine for your first time. Well, second. But you'll get better with practice." Yumichika smiled and yawned. "Now get off me. I need my beauty sleep." Ichigo nodded and rolled to the side, pulling out with a cringe. He looked at the hurt expression on the teen's face. "Stay. Sleep. I'll show you around tomorrow. Maybe we can…help you with your timing." He laughed and let his eyes fall closed, rolling to his side facing Ichigo.

"Yeah, sure, if ya want. Cool." As strange as it was sleeping in another man's bed, Ichigo was tired and content, and figured he could leave it until the morning.

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End Note: Not that terrible is it? I think Yumi is PMSing, but when is he not. This was typed on my new laptop, so the formatting is wonky….

So, what about a uke!Hitsugaya? I think I'd like to work on that…please tell me what you think! Reviews make me happy and write-y.