How it is ~A bleach fan fiction~
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YayforIshida: Lolz. It's not too hard for me to talk like him. I have a fetish for smart-talking guys, so I just close my eyes and imagine what I'd like to hear come out of his mouth. It's like the ultimate fan service for me, haha.
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Disclaimer: I don't own these guys.. I wish I did, though..
Warnings: Language.. Uh, violence..? Some boy love in the later chapter. I do believe that I'll not post lemons this time, if you're reading this on dA or FF. I'll put up a link with the AFF version for those of you who enjoy lemons. If you don't, then don't read. It's that simple.
Characters/Pairings: Most of them eventually, for twists, conversations, and drama and what not. But the main pairing will be IchixIshi. As I go, I might add other side pairings, but IchixIshi is my focus here.
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Last time:
Before Ichigo could turn to open his door, Uryuu caught his shoulder. He had to do this before he left.. To leave the imprint in the other's mind. To make sure that he thought about it while they were apart. He pressed their lips together briefly, pulling away seconds after the contact occurred.
Ichigo didn't react, only turning to open his door. He headed down the stairs, his companion not far behind. The tanned teen walked passed his family, pausing at the door so Ishida could put on his shoes.
They pair walked out of the front door, and Ishida headed to his car. Ichigo stopped at the front of the vehicle. "See you around.."
"Bye." Ishida replied, stepping into his vehicle.
The older teen somehow just knew this would end up as more than experimental kisses..
Chapter 3: Climatic
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The alarm in his room for once didn't startle him, because Ichigo was already awake. He was still laying down, though.. Thinking.
He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss he'd shared with Ishida. And perhaps this wasn't a good thing.
His arm snaked out from under the blankets, slapping the 'off' button on his alarm clock. He sat up in bed, his sheets pooling down at his lap. The tanned teen pushed them away, swinging his legs out of the bed and standing up.
Ichigo sighed, pushing off the pajama bottoms he was wearing. He changed into his school uniform, grabbing his back pack and leaving his room.
"Ichigo~~ Eat some breakfast before you leave, alright..?" Yuzu said, gesturing to his plate that was already set.
"No, thanks, Yuzu.. I'm not feeling well.." He replied, walking towards the front door and grabbing his lunch bag on the way. "Sorry.."
"Ichi, if you're sick, you should stay home.."
He shrugged. "I'm not feel that bad. I'll be fine, Yuzu." He assured her, opening the door and heading out. He felt more like walking to school today..
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"Oi. Kurosaki."
Ichigo lifted his head from his desk, glancing up at the person speaking do him. "Oh, hey, Tatsuki.." He laid his chin back down against the wooden surface, his eyes directed to the floor in front of him.
"S'wrong with you? Orohime says you've been moping around all day.." She pushed his shoulder, forcing him to sit up straight. "You'll get a neck ache.."
"I'm just tired.." He said, pushing her hand off of his shoulder.
"Tired from what..? You stay up all weekend, or something..?" The dark-haired girl sat down on Orohime's desk surface, which was right next to Ichigo's desk.
"Not by choice.."
"Your Dad kept you up..?"
"No.. Just.." He made a sound of annoyance. "I don't want to talk about it, alright, Tatsuki..?"
The girl nodded, but frowned. It wasn't alright, but everyone knew how pissy Ichigo could get when you didn't drop something after he said to drop it. "You better take care of yourself, Kurosaki. I don't wanna have to whoop your ass for being stupid when your sick. But I will."
Ichigo sighed, but before he could reply, the bell dismissed them for lunch. He stood, shouldering his back pack. He still wasn't very hungry, but he supposed he'd have to eat or his stomach would start hurting. The orange-haired teen left the building, finding his lunch spot outside. He sat down in the same place that he did everyday, leaning against the wall..
Almost mechanically, the tanned teen unzipped his bag, grabbing the brown sack from within. He opened that, picking out the juice box first. That was his favorite part.. Next he made to work on his sandwich, noting that things didn't taste as good when you just weren't in the mood for them..
"Would you mind it if I sat here..?"
Ichigo glanced up, his straw still in his mouth.. He sighed inwardly. Ishida was the last person he wanted to eat lunch with at the moment.. "Uh.. Doesn't matter." He replied, moving his back pack so the other would have some room.
"How are you today, Kurosaki-san..?" Uryuu asked, sitting down. He himself was skipping lunch today. He'd forgotten to pack his this morning, and the cafeteria meal didn't look too appetizing.
The older teen shrugged. "I dunno.." He answered, throwing his empty lunch sack into the nearby trash can.
"You seem tired today." Ishida pointed out.
Again, Ichigo shrugged. "I am, I guess.."
"You did not rest well last night..?"
The brown-eyed teen was getting a little irritated. "I already went through all this with Tatsuki.. No, I haven't slept well, and I don't want to talk about it.." He realized that this was the second time he was snappy with someone, when it wasn't their fault he was in a bad mood. Well, indirectly, it was Uryuu's fault, but Ichigo wasn't going to blame someone else for his problems.
"I apologize for prying, then.."
"No big deal.."
Ishida frowned, one of his brows furrowing. "Do you have plans this evening..?" He asked, trying to change the subject a little.
"No, but.." He took a deep breath, pushing himself up from the ground. "Ishida, look.. I dunno about this right now, okay..?" When he saw the look that swept into Uryuu's eyes, he immediately regretted opening his mouth. "It's not like that, okay..? I'm just.." He growled, his hands shoving themselves into his pockets. "This is just really confusing for me.. It's nothing against you.." He noticed that Ishida still looked hurt.. He supposed that that was a logical reaction to being told something like he'd just said.. "I'm sorry, Ishida. I just need a while to think, okay..?"
Ichigo didn't wait for an answer, turning away from his friend and heading back into the school. This was all way too much to deal with right now.. Why did he care if he'd hurt Uyruu's feelings..? It's not like they were lovers or anything.. They'd just kissed after having a few drinks.. It was experimentation.. Nothing more.
So why was it bothering him so much that it had felt good..? If it was so innocent, why was it plaguing his mind so badly..?
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Ishida finally stood when he heard the bell ringing, trying to force away the thought of what he'd just heard. It wasn't that painful.. Or at least, it shouldn't be. Ichigo was just confused.. Perhaps he'd get his head on straight during the next few days. But what if when he sorted things out, he decided he didn't want to do things like that anymore..? Would he be able to accept that?
He'd have no other choice, but.. Would it hurt as bad as he thought it would? He sat down in his desk, three seats behind Ichigo. The orange-haired teen still appeared to be upset..
Ishida closed his eyes, resting his chin in his palm. The kisses he'd shared with the older teen kept flashing behind his eyes, and the warm, tingling feeling that had nested in his stomach during the contact was slowly returning.
"Uryuu-san, are you feeling well?! Your cheeks are all red and your hands are quivering..!" A voice came from next to him, likely that annoying female with the glasses that was always yelling about something.
"I'm fine.." He said, giving her a dismissive wave so she wouldn't attract anymore attention. However, when he'd glanced up, several people had turned around to look.
Including Ichigo.
His eyes met the brown one's accidentally, and for some reason, he couldn't break the contact.
Ichigo blinked, turning back around in his desk.
Ishida realized that his eyes burned from staring so hard, and he blinked, rubbing his eyes. This situation was confusing him as much as it was doing for the older teen. Maybe he should have told him that during lunch.. And then maybe Ichigo wouldn't feel so weird about this..
"Uryuu-san.. Would you like me to take you to the nurse's office..?" The girl said.
Ishida shook his head. "No, really.. I have no need for medical attention.."
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Ichigo could tell from the look he'd seen in the other's eyes that he was feeling the same way. Confused and overwhelmed..
He was still distracted by the thought of that as he walked home, kicking a squashed soda can as he went. He kicked it a little too hard, and with a slight angle to the left, pushing the can accidentally out of his path. "Damn.." He mumbled, frowning deeply.
The teenager was now about two blocks away from his house, wishing that he'd driven to school now. It was hot out, and he was tired.. Long walks were harder in the afternoon.
Finally, though, he reached his front door, kicking off his shoes as he walked in. Yuzu and Karin were already home, sitting on the floor in front of the television. "Hey." He said to them, ruffling their hair as he walked passed.
"Hey, Ichigo. Are you feeling better..?" Yuzu asked, turning away from the television to face him.
"I guess." He answered, heading into the fridge for a soda, before heading up to his room.
"You were sick this morning, Ichi?" Karin called to his retreating back.
"Just in a bad mood.." He replied from the top of the stairs, pulling his back pack off of his shoulders. He opened his door, tossing it on the floor. He pulled the tab on his soda, sitting down in his chair and turning on the television.
It was harder than ever to distract himself, today. Usually, if one of his shows was on, he'd slip off into unreality, forgetting about whatever was bothering him. But today, reality and his problems were screaming in his ears.
He pressed the power button, turning off the television and setting down his soda. He leaned back, rubbing his eyes with his palms. He left his lids shut as he dropped his hands into his lap, his thoughts drifting to the kisses and touches he's shared with Ishida the other night..
He remembered the feel of his sides, touching him as their mouths meshed together. Uryuu's taste was still stuck in his mind.. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Ishida's tongue slid against his own.. The gentle weight against his lap had him thinking about things they hadn't done..
He wanted to know how Ishida's tongue would feel further down, and the thought made his brows furrow. He could feel himself getting hard, and it made his cheeks flush.
(Scene skipped due to smuts. Link to the lemon at the top)
Ichigo glanced at his reflection in the mirror, noting how red his cheeks were. He couldn't believe he'd just done that.. He sighed, shaking his head at himself. This was beginning to get ridiculous..
He wasn't like this, dammit..!
Never once in his life had he been attracted to a boy, and now he was masturbating because of Ishida..?
He was getting angry with himself, now.
He'd just have to stop seeing Ishida if things like this were going to happen.. Ichigo had always told himself that he'd get married someday and have a big family.. And he'd protect them the way his mother had done for him.
He couldn't do that if he kept up this type of behavior. He frowned, glaring at the person in the mirror before turning and leaving the bathroom.
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Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday went by without a word to Ishida.. He hadn't even given the other as much as a greeting in the hallway, or eye contact in the classroom.
Ichigo was beginning to get over the sudden rush of hormones he'd been feeling the passed few days, chalking it up to teenage desires. He'd convinced himself that he'd just been horny, and Ishida had just so happened to be there for him to find a way to release that feeling.
But he sort of felt bad.. He knew that he'd, in a way, led the other on for a few days.. That had been an accident, though.. After all, Ishida had kissed him first, so it was his own damn fault that he felt this way now..
Now, it was Friday, and Ichigo was going out to sit outside during lunch for the first time since Monday.
And of course.. Ishida was sitting outside..
Ichigo frowned, but sat down anyway. If he was really over it, then eating lunch and being friends wouldn't be a problem.
"Sup..?" Ichigo said, pulling out his lunch bag.
"Nothing, I suppose." Ishida felt a little nervous now that the older teen was talking to him again. He just knew this was going to end badly.. "Ichigo..?"
"Hm..?"
The pale teen's brows knit together, looking away. "You have to let me know something.."
Ichigo took a bite of the fruit his sister had packed in his lunch. "About what..?"
"You know what I am referring to, Kurosaki.. You've left me wondering for the past few days.." Ishida replied.
The tanned teen sighed, setting down the plastic bag he'd been holding. "I'm sorry, Ishida.. I just don't think I can do this.." He said, his expression apologetic.
The pale teen felt his chest tighten a little bit, much like the way he'd imagined it would when he heard that.. "I understand, Kurosaki-san.. I.. I apologize for causing you trouble."
Dammit. That wasn't they way it was at all, and he didn't know how to tell him that..! "There was no trouble, Ishida. I'm not mad about anything.."
The younger teen shook his head. "You do not have to attempt to comfort me, Kurosaki-san.. I understand that I should not have done what I did.."
Why was he getting so mad again about all this..? If he didn't care, why was it making him so angry..? "Do you have any idea how overwhelming this is for me..?" He said, his voice raised just a little bit. "All of a sudden, you and that stupid kiss are all I can think about..! I don't like what you've made happen to me, Ishida..!"
"And you are just assuming I am not overwhelmed also, Ichigo..? Suddenly, I've got an attraction to someone I've known my whole life, and I'm not sure what to do with that feeling." Uryuu said, crossing his legs underneath him.
"That's just a little bit different than what I'm feeling, Uryuu. I'm not.." He stopped, balling his fists up by his side. "I didn't think before that I could like boys, and now, after all these years of trying to get a girl to sleep with me, all I can think about is trying to get you to sleep with me."
Ishida didn't say anything.. He couldn't.. He knew that Ichigo was going to have problems accepting something such as a sudden change of sexuality.
Ichigo sighed, letting his hands fall to his lap. "I've been denying my attraction to you for a few days.. I hoped that it would just go away on its own if I told myself it was just hormones. But its not.."
The younger male swallowed hard, making eye contact with the other. "Would you feel better if I stayed away from you, then..?"
"N-no.. Don't do that.." That statement made the orange-haired male realize how much he really wanted this. "Ishida.." He frowned, standing up on his knees and moving closer to the other teen. This was the worst idea he'd had yet, he knew it, but he had to do it.. He had to see if it made him feel better.
"What are you doing..?" The pale teen asked, starting to move back, but he was trapped by the wall.
"Just.. Don't fight me, please.." He said, leaning forward. Their mouths were centimeter's apart, and Ichigo could feel the other's breath tickling his lips. One of his hands moved to the wall behind Ishida for support, the other cupping his jawline. Letting his eyes shut, the tanned teenager pressing their lips together.
A shudder passed through Ishida's body, but he stayed still, allowing Ichigo to do what he wanted.
The older male moved his lips gently against the younger's, cautiously nipping his lower lip and then sucking it into his mouth. The same feeling he'd gotten a few nights ago was filling him up, and he was starting to get hard. He broke the contact, looking down into Ishida's eyes. Why was he getting so turned on just from a kiss..?
Uryuu couldn't help himself, tilting his head up for another quick kiss. He enjoyed the contact..
"Dammit.." Ichigo murmured. It had made him feel better.. A lot better. He was more relaxed now, and he didn't feel like he was suffocating anymore.
"It's still wrong..?"
The older male shook his head. "No.. It's.." Instead of trying to describe it, he kissed the pale teen again. "It's like that.." He said, his lips tingling for more.
Ishida tilted his head, looking down at their laps. "If I didn't have perfect attendance, I would suggest skipping class to take care of this."
Ichigo bit into the corner of his lip. "It's just a few more classes.." He said, backing up and settling onto the ground again. This was rather embarrassing.. "Nobody will be at my house tonight.."
"Do you want me to....?"
Ichigo nodded. "Yeah.."
The bell rang, interrupting them. "See you this afternoon.." Ishida said, as he pushed himself up from the ground.
The brown-eyed teen stood also, shouldering his back pack as he headed towards the entrance to the school.
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Ichigo was cleaning his room up a little as he waited for Ishida to arrive. He'd picked up the laundry that had collected on his floor, and he'd even made up his bed.
There drinks in the fridge, so if it came to needing something to help them loosen up, then he was set with that.
He glanced around his room, looking to see if anything else needed cleaning.. Why was he so restless..!? It was beginning to grow ridiculous..
His phone went off in his pocket, and Ichigo pulled it out, flipping it open the view the text.
Ishida: On my way.
Reply: Ok.
Ichigo headed downstairs, sitting on the couch as he waited for the sound of a vehicle in the drive way. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of an engine, and then the car door slamming.
He stood up, the knock on the door reaching his ears. He turned the handle, pulling it open for the other.
Ishida was in a form fitting black shirt, one that Ichigo recognized as his own, and a pair of dark colored jeans. He didn't think he'd ever seen the other wearing anything other than his school uniform..
"Hey." The older teen said, standing aside so Uryuu could enter.
The pale teen stepped passed him, toeing off his shoes near a few pairs of others. "Hello.." Ishida replied, glancing at Ichigo, before quickly looking away. He was nervous..
The orange-haired teen quirked a brow at the gesture. "You worried about something..?"
Ishida shook his head. "I'm just nervous." He answered, looking back at him again.
"No reason for that.." Ichigo told him, gesturing for him to follow. He went up the stairs and into his room again, shutting the door once Uryuu was inside. "But, for the record, I'm nervous, too.." He moved over to his bed, sitting down on his mattress, facing towards his pillows.
"I've been thinking on how this process should go.." Ishida said, pausing.
"Process..? You can't think about it that way, or it'll just be weird.." Ichigo told him. Sure, he didn't exactly have any experience in his field either, but still..
The pale teen sat down in front of him, picking at the knees of his pants. "I just like to know how something is going to happen before it actually happens."
"Don't think about it.." The older male said. He put his hands on Ishida's shoulders, giving him a minute to object if he wanted to. When he received none, Ichigo carefully pushed his friend back against his pillows, crawling over him. "Tell me what you want me to do.."
"I-.. I don't.." Ishida was blushing, and he turned his face to the side. The lust he could see in Ichigo's eyes made him hard, and knowing that the other probably wanted to take him made him even more nervous.
The older teen nuzzled his face against the younger's neck, breathing in his scent deeply. "Ishida.. I'm accepting this, alright..? The fact that I'm so strongly attracted to you.." He let his lips brush against the vein in the other's neck, pressing a soft kiss against his skin. "I won't do what you're afraid of doing.."
Carefully, Ichigo tilted the other's head to the side so he could see his face. He leaned down, letting their lips meet softly.
Uryuu kissed him back, his hands slowly coming up to rest at the bottom of Ichigo's rib cage on each side. He could feel the movement of his lungs underneath his skin, and as their mouths worked against each other, Ishida allowed his fingers to slip beneath the material of the other's shirt.
The cool fingers practically burnt his skin, but it felt good, causing his hunger for the kiss to increase. He let his tongue push passed the other's lips, shuddering at his taste. His finger's worked at the corner of Ishida's jaw, coaxing it open further and encouraging him to participate more.
The pale teen was having trouble concentrating on kissing and touching at the same time.. The feel of Ichigo's skin under his finger tips was amazing, but he couldn't deny the older male the pleasure of the kiss, either. His mouth opened further, and he let his tongue work against Ichigo's, wrapping around it and sucking it gently.
(scene skipped because of smut. Link to the lemon at the top)
The orange-haired teen turned away to give the raven privacy as he cleaned, even though he'd just jerked him off.. He heard Ishida stand, and he heard the other's zipper, so he turned around to face him again. "The bathroom's right across the hall if you need it.."
Ishida nodded, stepping passed Ichigo and into the bathroom. He set the towel in the hamper, running some water and washing his hands. He dried them off on a towel hanging up and turning back to Ichigo's room. The tanned teen was sitting down on the floor in front of his bed, remote in hand.
"Would you like for me to spend the night here with you again..?" He knew he should probably go home. If he stayed here, he was likely to go further with Kurosaki.. Not that he didn't want to, he just didn't know if he was ready..
"If you want to, then I don't mind."
Ishida settled down on the floor next to Ichigo, about a foot away. "Would you not sleep on the floor this time..?"
The older teen snorted, turning his head to meet the other's dark eyes. "My bed's small. We'd practically be pressed together the whole night."
Ishida quirked a brow. "So..?"
A smirk slowly fitted itself over Ichigo's lips. "Alright, then." Why did he know they weren't going to just fall asleep tonight..?
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"It's two A.M.. Ichigo. Haven't you tired yet..?"
Ishida's voice almost startled Ichigo. The darkness of the room had actually lulled him almost asleep. He ran his hand through his hair, pressing the power button on the remote. The lack of glow from the television cast the room in shadows, but Ichigo knew this place like the back of his hand..
He stood up, peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the ground. Ishida was already laying down, his back pressed against the wall. Ichigo lay down on the bed next to him, letting his arm cover his eyes. "See you in the morning.."