Freeballing In Singlet

Fic: A (a) typical meeting of lieutenants

Title: A (a) typical meeting of lieutenants
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Renji, Rukia, containing all of the Gotei 13 + seats in three five Eleventh
Genre :
comedy Rating: green
Warnings: none
Notes: the very first fic written for this fandom, you have a little 'pity XD.

She should be a very important riunone of lieutenants to discuss strategies and related-c 'were Aizen and Ichimaru and Tousen to give headaches to heavy, clear set the vexed issue Arrancar-and, at least for a while, 'it was. More precisely, until someone had not pulled out of nowhere an unknown number of bottles of sake. It must have been
Matsumoto, Nanao or not remember exactly.
The fact is that this appearance was promptly followed by the entry by the official documents and the arrival of three five seats in the Eleventh Brigade, also appeared from nowhere. But they always appeared suddenly, when it was sake.

Renji Abarai grudgingly painfully rubbed her temples, while a burst of laughter at his right hand pierced his skull. He turned his eyes to see who would have to slice with his Zampakutou and found himself staring at the apocalyptic scene in which Kira and Hinamori were shooting bad things about their former masters now.
Still better than before, he thought the lieutenant of the Sixth Brigade, recalling the pathetic melodrama that gave birth to her two companions academy less than ten minutes earlier, a weeping on the shoulder of the other and the babbling of betrayed trust and nights of passionate sex and tenderness endlessly. Understandably, the latter spoken by Izuru Kira, who had continued to babble in tears, seeking comfort, at the Lieutenant Matsumoto, who had not calculated not smear, it was busy trying to attract the attention of Shuuhei Hisagi, which, however, was too busy trying to turn to draw the attention of Yumichika Ayasegawa Eleventh company. The latter was, however, unfortunately the lieutenant, too busy sucking the lips off the face of Ikkaku to notice anything was going on around him. He could get Ichigo saying that he had become the new captain of the First Brigade and that he would continue to explore the bowels of the esophagus peeled away, not bothering even to catch his breath.

Indeed Renji did not know if those two actually had real need to breathe, did not remember seeing them separated when they started, the first time unknown. She looked
watching Rukia, flushed to the drunk, laughing coarsely with Ooma and Nanao ... Ooma ... Lieutenant of the Second Brigade in short! That only capable of gorging on junk food.
Matsumoto joined the trio with a big grin on his face and a bottle of sake in hand, giving up Hisagi who had queued to Hinamori and Kira to mourn and curse-yet-i had to choose their captains. Definitely drunk Lieutenant of the tenth company tried to jump the Eleventh human entanglement, now coated the ground, stumbling in quite kimonos too untied the two, Caracalla for a few steps and stifling to the poor Nemu, who was there for the event, with its exorbitant tits. Finally arrived at its destination, blithely ignoring the bustle done.
Oh boys! What are you talking about? - Took an interest in relying on a Nanao liege very drunk as usual but only if he tried to say "A". He had the same strength of his captain.
-of intrigue! - Rukia tipped seriously in the face.
-words that say? - Illuminatasi asked the woman in the face, passing the sake to the new source of knowledge. But nothing said ...-
- Nanao, or rather mumbled-We were talking about secret intelligence of our captains integeeeeeeeeerrimi .-
-Secret? Come on now - look into the issue that continues to fill the glasses of the other three. Rukia stared at her for a moment before declaring strongly-Everyone has secrets, even those who are not believed capable .- and as he said it shifted his gaze on him, pinning him where he was, across the table .
Renji nearly smothered it with the new sip of sake, shifting gaze somewhere in the room and, despite having tried to contain his reaction, he knew he unquestionably flushed, but he blamed the excessive amount of alcohol ingested that day.
-My-captain began Oomaeda blankly fixed on his glass-liquid has a thing for cats. .- Blacks felt to specify-carpeted room has the plush cats blacks of all sizes, and sometimes I even caught a sleep-.-
With plush? -
-No, with a black cat , live
.- The three women looked at each other, wondering if they had to explain who exactly was the one that cat all over Seireitei that, apparently, still do not know.
-You should see her, crouches very close to the cat and look so happy in the face. It looks like a little girl, all right! - He continued, not noticing the half-embarrassed glances around him and the blush that was spreading like wildfire on the face of those who listened and, despite the hangover, he understood.
And while he continued to blather on and the blissful sighs purr, typical of the cast, he heard every night coming from the bedroom of his captain, silent dilated, becoming embarrassed.
-E 'so happy in that period .- murmured the lieutenant with eyes glistening with emotion. A chuckle broke the silence continued, and everyone turned to look at a decidedly Yumichika disheveled, his cheeks red as lips and eyes swollen with kisses liquid excitement and alcohol.
-Satisfied, Oomaeda. Your captain is absolutely, sexually satisfied! -
A series of puffs followed one another in the room, trying to hide the laughter that were pressing to come out by force, while Oomaeda Yumichika looked at and tried to process the words, it seems to him without effect, that what had just addressed. Of course, ended in a stalemate, and in five minutes flat each in the room pick up where left off, leaving the poor, drunk, second lieutenant in the brigade to make peace with its neurons survivors. When
Renji brought attention to the three women, Nanao was flat-spotted, without much ado, the love story of the most-watched Seireitei.
-I did order one hundred bouquets of white roses, before he remembered that his beloved Ukikakkio was allergic! I spent more than two hours behind his amorous delusions .- Nanao muttered, dragging the "c" and "s", snatching the bottle from the hand of Matsumoto and taking a long swig of sake from there directly .
-Well at least you do not hear them when ... copulate! Gods, I accepted the mission on earth as a blessing! No more "plan, so yes ... yes" or "God stronger! NO! No, this is too strong ... "e-
-Rukia, definitely prefer to avoid ... certain mental images ... if you do not mind .- churches Nanao, a finger raised to goad the thin chest.
Renji nodded vigorously, completely agree on that point, trying to swallow the sake with which he was choking again, and with which almost choked when Rukia let out some details of the visit too Ichigo's room at night. Renji
definitely would have preferred not to know anything about how to wail Ishida or their preferred position, it would be more than happy in fact. He could live a lifetime without these details and to die happy, but no! Rukia had to share his knowledge! What a generous girl ...
-And you? Abarai-kun? -
The red liquid met the eyes of Nanao, swaying dangerously on the spot.
-What are the secrets fate ... Arise ... dirty (!) perfettiiiiiissimo your captain? - was interested, spreading his arms to "perfect" to emphasize the concept, and swinging even more, holding it down with a look that was inquisitive to blows with drunk who was drowning in huge hours from now.
-Um ...- he said, drawing back instinctively-Se-Secret? Uh, no, I do not know the secrets of the Captain, I'm sorry. -Whispered, hoping to be believed. It probably would have really believed, if Rukia had not intervened.
-Evidently you're too busy kissing his ass to notice anything else! Tell me Renji: tastes good? -
The temptation to answer simply yes was really strong, but he knew that, despite the rivers of alcohol flowing, that would be simple syllable remained indelible in the minds of everyone, and would have disgraced him and Byakuya half a day, if not less. Therefore opted for a much lower-...- Um, but much safer, from his shaky point of view.
Unfortunately for him, those speeches have attracted the attention of others, and so the poor lieutenant Abarai found himself swamped with questions on the right and left, but the only ones which provide a minimum of attention were those of his old companion road. She, she knew that that she had seen anything more than a week before and did not say anything until then, now that she was giving him the third degree, and not so veiled.
All other interested parties had gradually given up the questions, overcome by the chaos of words to Rukia, more colorful, more intimate in the tone of voice was getting more and more detail to every suggestion.
-Lo Amo! - Renji yelled at the end, put their backs to the wall-I love him, okay? Happy now? -
His breath was the only audible sound in the eerie silence that surrounded them. Every pair of eyes in that room were fixed on him. Even Ikkaku and Yumichika were finally emerging from under the table, where they were already finished, and looked at him with eyes wide open and expressions more shocked that he had ever seen. Nor had said to love a Hollow and volerselo marry. Byakuya was much better than a Hollow, and heck!
-My brother is not very good with feelings .-
Kuchiki Rukia's voice was now calm, a note of sweetness mixed with the depths, even more softening his eyes and his soft smile. He does not know
-handle, and then they attract. It is much easier, much less painful
.- The silence continued to lord it among the fourteen people busy to listen more closely to all.
Byakuya-loved only one woman in his life and when it is died, a part of him died with her. And yet it flourished in the latter period, as the most beautiful cherry blossoms. There is a new light in his eyes, a light that I did not think I'd ever seen, and I could not understand the cause, until last week .-
Renji jumped just that hint, but no one who served the least attention.
-When I saw you, there on the futon, I understand. And when I saw you, so detached, so cold, I was dying, because I was terrified that ... I had the fear that you were just a story of no importance .-
His voice trailed off slowly that stumbled with the words, thoughts, until it became a whisper, almost in spite of all that echoed in the still air of the room.
For several minutes no one spoke, by coming to terms with the news not easy to assimilate. Then a little voice sounded almost terrifying to the child's ears red.
-tectonic? - Yachiru jumped over a couple of bodies jumping in the lap of Matsumoto-Aba-chan That means kissing ass Byaky? -
-Um ...- she answered, trying to gain time and shell looks help -Here is the rest of these, see ...-
-Ok, does nothing! I'll ask him .-
Yachiru jumped from its convenient location and went like lightning towards the door, opened it and walked out, calling loudly the commander of the Sixth Brigade.
Renji was dumbfounded for a moment, before recording what actually had told the little one and where it was heading to ask what .
Followed by eleven other containing three five more seats in the Eleventh Brigade, Renji Abarai is catapulted out of the room with wings on his feet and a clear idea of how it would be dead within a couple of hours, if not he immediately stopped the plague of a lieutenant.

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[fanfiction] Basketball

Title: Basketball
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki / Kaien Shiba
Rating: Red
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Oneshot, AU
Word Count: 2339
Author's Note: guess who are guilty of this? Raxi * is being polluted at his feet as a writer, inspirational and diabolical promptatrice * and p0rnfest (Bleach Kaien / Ichigo, shower after the game of basketball), of course!
This story could be placed chronologically after his two [ a , 2] but I am afraid that my Kaien will never annoyingly adorable like his, and my Ichi never as stupid. Oh, well, I'll have to live with it.
Ah, Ichigo Yachiru is the former indicates raxi XDDD * * is always his fault. Yes, I actually wrote a fanfiction on a fanfiction.

Talent teaches, they say. But Ukitake Jushiro of talent he had for sale. He had a leg up on the national team and only the serious health problems, who would rather keep for themselves, but which we all now know, had prevented a steep rise in the world of basketball. This, however, had not removed from what it was and would always be his greatest passion. He continued to spend his life in the gym, not as a player but as a coach. Beloved by her children
, as he liked to call them, but harsh with them as it had been in his time with himself, just finished the school began to slaughter them more than ever.

Playing basketball had never been so exhausting as at that time. It was not just the training itself to leave Ichigo lacking any power: Kaien was near. He'd play, to concentrate on the ball, the patterns of play, the muscles beginning to ache from the effort, but just looking to escape the blue-eyed boy was enough to make him lose your bearings. We must say that Ichigo was improving its self in a frighteningly quick to endure all without a murmur, never be caught in a lie. His performance was a little 'let down, but had not had that embarrassing tumble seemed an accomplishment.
But apparently it was not of that opinion Ukitake.
"Kurosaki!", Stopped him as he followed the other guys who swarmed in the locker room.
Kaien gave him a puzzled look and shrugged and said, "I'll wait, so we go home together."
Ichigo nodded and retraced part of the gym that separated him by the coach, his shoes crunching on the polished wood.
Ukitake shook his head, "I do not want you to preach-
" But that is exactly what is going to do, "he could not keep from muttering the orange-haired boy.
The man smiled indulgently. "But no. Assumes a long sermon, by kind, the smile became a little 'less reassuring, "but I have only two words to say to you: you must commit. Now you can go, "ended with an elegant wave of his hand, which seemed more suitable for a noble of the Edo period that a former basketball player.
Ichigo's shoulders sag shooting. was easy! , he thought, but this time refrained from replying to non- run into a real sermon.
"Ah, Kurosaki," he called again and this time his voice had become more warm, almost paternal, "For any problem you know you can talk to me."

"So? What should he say Ukitake? "Kaien said as he saw his friend get in the dressing room.
Ichigo looked at him accusingly, as if it had been withheld because of her, what, after all, not too far from the truth, given that his distraction was actually caused by the boy-haired blacks.
"Nothing ...", muttered Ichigo evasive, rummaging in the bag in search of clean clothes. He flung himself in the showers not respond to further questions, even though most of the guys were still there. Since
had happened ... what happened with Kaien, Ichigo had become a sort of demure girl, and we lacked that little blushed even to see his teammates, shirtless, let alone naked. So he got to tinker as much as possible in order to wash when there was no one. Of course, this increased the possibility of being alone with Kaien, but now it was no longer a serious problem.
Well, Ichigo is not that we had completely made peace with the idea of doing certain things with what he could not stop looking at their best friend, but at least he did not invade the feeling of being "dirty", as if the mere fact of being near the other boys, the boys , who did not know the truth about him made him guilty in some way, as if he was somehow taking advantage of their presence.
is stuck under the water spray as far away from the door, and stayed there much longer than usual, expecting that the rest would go and getting lost in their thoughts. Perhaps
Kaien was right not think it was good. If reminded himself just a month before there was an eighteen year old and living with a stubborn hair and absurd different from the normal which was very proud nerd and casinos, an avid basketball player and hunter fights in his spare time. And now? It was turning into a pathetic whining and whining and pathetic teenager with adolescent crises at a time when his peers were passing instead. Yachiru had chosen the option to subscribe and was looking for companions to share the costs of an apartment, Renji had finally decided to confess to Rukia and now the two went out together; Hime had stopped attending Ulquiorra-that-bad element and was abandoning most of his childhood fixations. And Ichigo? It was stuck in an absurd story with your best friend!
Best friend who had the bad taste to come at that very moment in showers now deserted, completely naked to help both the ability to Ichigo's intentions and desires.
"I explain that there is today?" Kaien said that to perfection as always sensed his moods, and which was almost impossible to lie.
"No," Ichigo sighed closing the tap and getting ready to leave, but the blacks haired boy grabbed his arm.
What is this mania to touch? , he wanted to blurt out the youngest, but for the second time in the day decided that silence would have been a wiser choice. There would really wonder what was left of the old Ichigo.
"It 's the second time I answer' no 'in less than an hour. What's happening? I have done something wrong? "
clear gaze of Kaien, Ichigo could not avoid, made him feel a worm. Kaien, always so gentle, so caring, so damn perfect ... how could worry about having done something wrong?! It was simply that his life was in pieces Ichigo's self-esteem.
"Excuse me," sighed the orange-haired boy, "Do not think you're avoiding me ... it's just that ... you see, is everything to me ... more ... "
" Difficult? "came to his aid his friend.
"Exactly," sighed the younger, "I know it's stupid, but ... thou devolved. "
Kaien took a moment to put two and two, then opened his bright eyes and covered his mouth with one hand to keep from laughing. "You mean I fixed your ass instead of concentrating on the ball and that's why if Ukitake is taken with you?"
"Hey," yelled Ichigo shocked, pushing away his friend, "Do you think the way express yourself?! And then I'm not so ... so ... pig! "
" Ah, no? ", a mischievous smile appeared on his lips thin Kaien.
"No," replied Ichigo sullen and embarrassed, while the first chills shook her body.
"Mh" muttered the dark without conviction, putting under one of the showers. The jet of water burst on his body, washing away the sweat of training and flattening the hair of the young rebel to make it look like a wet chick.
A chick but did not have that physical breath, he told Ichigo trying to look away.
"What, you do not like what you see?" Kaien laughed, beginning to soaping. He was not putting particular malice in their actions, but the show was still good enough to arouse some interest the younger boy, who swore softly as had nothing with which to cover.
And then they were in a locker room, damn you! If, for whatever stupid reason one of their friends had gone back ... the young man would not even think about it.
"You seem agitated, Ichigo, Kaien ascertained. Took a step towards each other, which did not have the strength or the will to move.
Ichigo's skin thank you very much contact with the hot and wet Kaien, and the cold was gone instantly. Indeed, actually the temperature seemed to suddenly spurt up.
"K-Kaien ... if someone comes ...", Ichigo tried to protest, as he felt painfully conquered self-control slipping away in recent weeks.
of his muscular arms wrapped around him with an unexpected gentleness, and his breath touched his ear with an absurdly erotic effect. From that position could be heard in front of him with incredible precision Kaien's body pressed against his. There were no sheets to hide behind, or dark rooms, pillows and mattresses in which the sinking feeling confused. There were two of them. Standing. Embraced.
Suddenly something snapped in the minds of Ichigo. He liked that feeling. Despite the risk, however remote-to-hour of being discovered, despite the fact that Kaien was his best friend and a male, despite the continuing distraction that have that guy as teammate involved, he liked. What could be wrong with something so beautiful ?
slowly assimilated the concept, teaching us not to knit his brows instinctively to every caress of Kaien which led him step by step under the hot water, a hand on her hip and another who wandered aimlessly through his body.
It was not just that. It was not just the physical part, which also was upset that he had more to like. It was Kaien. Spending time with Kaien. It was as if their friendship had not been discontinued, but reinforced. This awareness had the power to calm him suddenly.
had to slam his head violently against the truth to understand, but once you were too smart to let themselves be sucked back into their own mental masturbations. Both would soon find something else to get hung up problems.
A couple of snaps fingers in front of the nose, making him wince. "Yo, Ichi, you still there? I mean, I might offend me! I am here at your disposal and you ... Astral you? "
anything but innocent A smile is painted on the face of Ichigo. "Now there. There has never been so before. "
Without giving another time to react to these strange words, and kissed him. He was almost the same fast burning the first time he had tasted those lips, but this time it was not the desire to understand What he tried to push it so thoroughly, until you feel on the tongue the taste of blood iron. This time it was the desire to demonstrate . For once he wanted to live up to Kaien and at the same time make them understand that belief in all that down, he remained his only constant.
cheeks probably now turns to a new shade of red yet unexplored by human skin, Ichigo tilted his head, bringing her lips on his neck and started kissing him Kaien. He believed that the kind of kiss it was nice just to those who received it, and instead found himself sucking the skin soft and smooth taste in the mouth the taste of chlorine in the water. It took courage and began to fall sampling amazement every inch of the other broad chest and muscular, the ever clinging to his hips.
"I-Ichigo?" Exhaled surprised Kaien.
The orange-haired boy looked up and met the blue eyes of his for a moment before dropping to his knees.
Kaien surprised inhaled, swallowed a lot of water when she heard Ichigo's mouth on your sex. This compensates for their inexperience a bit 'instinct and a bit' with the imitation of what he had received more than in other weeks. The blacks
haired boy leaned back to the tiles behind him, feeling the ground beneath the feet missing. He tried not to push forward the basin to avoid stifling Ichigo, but those lips were really lose control. When
felt really at the limit grabbed the other by the hair and forced him to stand up to not come to his mouth, not knowing if he would be well, but certainly the fact that his foolish pride would prevent him from choking at the cost of deviating or worse than being disgusted by what he had just done.
He ignored his attempt at protest and regained his mouth, letting him slide his tongue over his lips and then brushing his teeth and palate as to mark their territory. After a wonderfully long time grabbed him by the hips, making it turn.
Ichigo leaned against the wall and spread his hands legs as possible, realizing the intentions of others and for once without making a fuss.
Kaien's face was painted a smile softened as well as satisfied in the absence of something more suitable, you sprinkle your hands with soap and sex. Introduced first a finger, whispering to relax the neck, but Ichigo instinctively squeezed the muscles.
Kaien tried to add another finger, this time pushing it further. He knew he had touched the right spot when he heard the whine of Ichigo. Then he positioned his entrance, his hands on his hips as hold it, and entered in a single push, not too fast nor violent.
Feeling buried in that tight body and hot sighs always stronger than Ichigo and the water still flowed over them like a caress was an incredible experience.
He moved his hand towards the erection of Ichigo and began to massage it, do not plan to come too soon, but at the same time trying to return the pleasure I was giving him.
But the best was yet to come. While the first pearly drops dripped water on hand for mixing Kaien, Ichigo groaned: "Kaien ... K-Kaien ...!"
invoke the feel that way, the blacks-haired boy believed to have reached heaven and in the meantime reached the best orgasm of her young life.
collapsed exhausted, leaning back to Ichigo.
"Thanks."
"And for what?" Muttered the younger trying to give a tone. They finished in silence
wash, but it was a comfortable silence and without embarrassment.

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[SQUEEE] For the love of the 11th Division

's why I want to enter the Eleventh! [Ot] and then for me, as a good sick of Saint Seiya, the numbers one through thirteen are mainly those of the temples XD * rolls toward Camus or Degel * [/ ot]

The Eleventh is a company based on work. Indeed not.




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[fic] Cold Heat

Title: Cold Heat
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu Rating
: Red
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Oneshot
Word count: 3705
Author's Note: It was part of BDT (I swear that I will end sooner or later), now it's just a oneshot xD Enjoy xD And just because I posted Maid posted a Uryu / xD Ichi

The first time Ichigo Kurosaki appeared to Uryuu Ishida, the latter thought that my spine.
No, not in a metaphorical sense, quite literally.
Hands in the pockets of jeans, back arched, knees slightly bent, head turned to the floor. He had raised just a few seconds to look in his eyes then he looked away.
Uryuu Ishida did not understand him, that boy.
As he tried almost everything about him there remained obscure.
First, the way she is completely out of any logical pattern. Logic, that the word meaning dark ... When we talked about Ichigo rationality was cordially by the wayside every holy time.
Why that boy was anything but reasonable.
throwing herself into everything she did without even thinking, most of the time at random and Uryuu, so methodical, it was almost inconceivable.
With the usual rounds of useless words, asked him to speak.
Ishida stared at him, puzzled. Since
had returned from Soul Society, Ichigo was strange.
not usually behave in an impeccable manner, for charity, but the archer reluctantly admitted that it was much more than usual. Reluctantly because the last time he had been staring at that all too often a porcupine-haired shinigami. Increasingly, he wondered what passed in that head phosphorescent thoughts that pass through it.
was pure curiosity, was justified in each case with himself.
Yet he felt it was more than narrow self-interest and selflessness.
But he preferred not to ask too many questions. Why not have been answered and Uryuu Ishida hated not having to answer a question.
So, that time, had followed him, still pushed that stupid curiosity who wanted to know what will pass in the head to make it so insecure. Why
had never seen so insecure since he knew him.
It was pretty fed to thirteen companies to save Kuchiki, although not obviously have the experience to be able to afford to do so without showing a moment of bewilderment.
Yet now she had to tell him something he was putting in a lot of difficulties.
And although the boy was naturally curious, indeed, things tend to flow on as if everything is not happening around the lows, everything about Ichigo awoke in him a sort of hard core
and persistent led him to discover, investigate, ask.
It surprised even himself. Then followed the substitute shinigami
three flights of stairs to the roof.
His expression must have been quite cryptic, was aware of but did not know what to do. See Kurosaki who is biting his lip from nervousness had almost unbelievable.
And then spat out the words. And
Uryuu felt literally freeze.
And then going to fire a piece of skin behind the other, a muscle at a time. Yes
felt burned and was almost certain to be blushed violently.
He expected everything from Kurosaki. From the stupid usual shot of the boy. Not sure if it would be stupid. But those two words, the sun had completely taken by surprise. And why not give him
discomfort, but because he did not know what to say. Another thing the archer
was hated not being able to answer the questions of others.
was not even a question.
I like you.
But how the devil had come to think of something like Ichigo? Not believed to be able to see beyond his nose!
Sure, he had surprised, but did not know yet whether positive or negative.

Fifty days later, Uryuu still wondered what goes through the head of Ichigo and, just like a month and a half, could not be answered.
But he understood a bit 'better Hidden behind certain attitudes that perennial form that brought her face. The
not want anyone to die for a lack of it, not wanting to lose a loved one again.
In what little time they had spent together, he knew little about him, I admit. But he understood something of himself. He wanted him. Much more than he could admit.
And what continues to consider an unnecessary hothead who followed only the parody of instinct he had, trying to claim it as true instinct, for he trusted. Why
Ichigo was a good person . In the broadest sense of the word.
was impulsive, stubborn, never knew what he was doing, but he had always followed the ideals that had a sort of "instinct" which they urged him to always behave in the right way.
If it had not been so emotionally affected would have dared a "disgustingly right." Because it could be chopped into ten different ways and by ten different people (A stronger than the other) but he would never surrender.
And it was a behavior that's deeply envied. Why
Uryuu Ishida had always thought of himself before others.
behavior deeply selfish, his, but he was also the behavior of those who had been wounded once and did not want that to happen again.
He trusted so much that, that fifty days, he accepted without even being a question, go to his house, even if he had any doubt.
Not that the boy could suddenly jump on him, for goodness sake.
Ichigo was not that sort of thing. Ichigo was just a boy deeply. He would never force anyone to do anything against his will.
still treats it with kid gloves, Ichigo.
As if something or someone, is terribly valuable. Her kisses were always light and delicate, her hands caressing him as if they wanted to shine.
Like a diamond.
Sometimes he wondered if they behave well for fear or because he really felt so incredibly rare that you will not be ruined.
had never gone farther than that and this was annoying to Ishida. And he did not understand why.
And this was something he hated .
wanted more? He did not want to?
Uryuu did not understand, he knew only that it could not continue. Because there was that lump that annoying hot and stirred Always on the lower abdomen whenever Ichigo tapping.
had already admitted a while 'holding to his classmate. But wishful thinking
?
A whole other ballgame.
So when he brought him to his room muttering something about his family would not be there all day, the athlete continued to wonder what would happen. Why does Ichigo
never what you expect me to do.
E 'mathematical practice. Uryuu did not even know how many more were the times that had amazed by behaving in a way that had not foreseen. Like when he had found a package under the counter on the day of his birthday a few days before.
not even remember when had told him the date of his birthday!
now understood that Kurosaki was unpredictable because it is often not thought of what he was doing.
invited him to sit on the bed while he remained standing, stuck, again unsure. E Ishida, again, did not understand for what dark reason. Seemed to love him say something, but do not say a word.
"If you want, you can kiss" His tone was calm, still and quiet. As always.
And Ichigo, this time, broke out.
"I do not know what to do with you! Stay with me, but you're always so cold, so damn seconded I do not understand why you have accepted ! You are beautiful and cold as a diamond, perfect, and I can not help but admire your beauty
. It seems you do not touch anything, even when I kiss you, even when I touch you, you look so damn far!
His expression did not change much, just blushed slightly.
But inside he was deeply upset.
really was so cold outside? I really could not see out of the Ichigo send him to fire ?
remembered reading somewhere that the diamonds were thought to be fragments of stars.
Stars, bright light away from cold and searing heat of a scary only if you looked more closely.
Maybe he could not prove the other, but Uryuu was really addicted to this feeling of warmth, so that if the boy had left, he knew it would be swallowed by the cold that would surely invaded.
not know what to say, Ishida. Did not even know what to think, how to express what he felt.
He had never been good at expressing his feelings.
was therefore decided for once, not to reason, to try to do as Ichigo, who threw a dead weight and let the current carry it. He got up and slowly but the decision came to the boy.
expect to be able to stare into his eyes before speaking, clearly, those few words were enough to reassure him that he hoped.
"I'm here because I care about you"
knew that was not much but could not say more. A sort of huge bubble of the heat blocking his throat and prevented him from pronouncing other words, while a blaze ran through the neck and face like an electric shock.
then put his lips to hers, so light and a bit 'hesitant.
He felt that the end would still have to explain something that you would not understand, but at that time to simply let the waves carry off, and that feeling of warmth conveyed that Ichigo's lips moved up to the chest.
was also the first time that he came forward, he thought Uryuu slightly amazed.
And maybe this was just to calm his companion, who took him in her arms and shook him slightly.
was a chaste kiss, but warm, that warmth that envelops you, leaving you feeling fresh but inside, something as nice as when you eat a tablespoon of crushed ice in a sultry day.
broke away after a few seconds, the archer with his head resting on the lips of the other and hands on his shoulders. Ichigo felt his hands on his life, burning. It was almost certain that his fingertips to draw the Big Dipper on his right flank, but now the only thing that his brain felt was the warmth and rest, thoughts, doubts, they were going a bit 'adrift.
stood there for a few minutes, then intertwine Ichigo felt the hand of his bed and push it behind her. Gently, of course, to give him the chance to draw back.
If he were the type, Uryuu would have laughed.
Even in such a situation, Ichigo thought yet to give him the chance to escape.
Definitely, stupidly good.
But let himself be led without resistance to the bed, not even knowing what he was going to happen.
They had never gone so far and Ichigo was not more experienced than him in certain fields.
stopped thinking when he felt the boy's lips on his neck, another chaste kiss, and decided that was the case to disconnect the brain.
It was not a good idea to think about when "Was the moment" but at that moment the only thing I wanted was to enjoy the warmth that enveloped him and began to infiltrate every pore of his skin. For once
Uryuu Ishida would not let his mind to decide for him.
Definitely Ichigo Kurosaki in a month was just able to change it in a way that did not believe possible.
The orange-haired boy sat on the bed with him, bringing his hands to his face from his life, surrounding it with the palms. Forehead to forehead, looking down to fix the lips.
The archer was about to decide to kiss him, because he could not decide when a puff came out lips parted the shinigami. He opened and closed his mouth a few times and Uryuu, he recalled, stupidly, a goldfish. He also pendant with hair ...
The silence lasted Ishida and was starting to get nervous. Why not talk? He began seriously to fear that should tell you who knows what from who knows how important
... "I can ... I can undress?"
... or the usual header ...
he perceives the message contained in those two simple words ( The two ... it was ruining) her thoughts jams, freezes, as if the first in a line of people nailed and the other the pile-up. Then he vanished while his face changed color.
was pretty sure he had completely changed color, otherwise not understand the fire that had started to burn in his veins.
The second, or maybe they were minutes of silence went on, as expanded in time and Ichigo began slowly to retreat, as if that silence was a "No" as an impenetrable concrete wall.
was rapid, Ishida. He took the boy's wrists and held them, as if unwilling to let it go. Ichigo held his breath, not only for those hands clasped around his wrists, which sent shock reading all along the arm, but also because Uryuu had come forward, had prevented him to leave. It was a stupid thing to be so happy for so small a gesture, but could not help it. Ishida and noticed it. Not that it took a genius, Ichigo was transparent as glass. Uryuu was that complicated, certainly not the shinigami.
A second point of view from which I watched him, the archer changed.
subtly, almost imperceptibly, but changed.
Like a perfectly cut diamond. With many facets, a thousand cuts that all look the same but they always slight differences. Yet, from any face looked at him, that diamond in it was always very pure, with nothing to contamination.
Then, slowly and not a little hesitation, he brought her hands to her shirt in front of the row of small white buttons. Ichigo certainly did not pray and calmly undid them one after another.
He had understood that certain things Ishida had not done with anyone.
As might be inexperienced, he understood that he wanted us calm. Not because he could get there and, what not.
Because he wanted to savor every sensation slow explosive that he gave him, leading him to the level of adoration. He spent whole years of its existence only through hands on that smooth skin, making your palms and fingertips
scroll up quell'epidermide so white and perfect. As if to smooth, as if to rub her beauty with his own hands.
The delicate fragrance that just felt pulled back the flaps of the shirt was a mixture of soap and fresh air, the smell that has always characterized it.
Ishida, eyes closed, letting the sensation of the hands of the other took him up, always higher. The feeling slowly stroke it, following each line. The profile of that muscle, toughness quell'osso of sticking a little bit more than the other.
He wanted to know everything about him, Ichigo, even his body, the slightest sign that spoils the beauty white.
A small scar on her right side.
A mole under the last rib.
The sign of Quincy, which stands right next to his heart.
touched him as if there were no tomorrow, like whether to store everything about the guy who liked to be a matter of life or death. And perhaps, in part, was even so.
Aizen had gone with the Hogyoku and, sooner or later, he made his move. That period
suspended, those days past thinking "What now?" were harassing him, making him wallow in the knowledge that, in any way we could finish the battle, there would be casualties.
The weather was what was missing in that war.
time to greet his friends, his family. The time to have fun, get to twenty-one and say "I am an adult, time to be a bit 'with that boy always too cold and hard but that he knew then turn into a fire that never goes out soon enough.
is the reason for what he was doing. We cut out a power of time to learn all of Ishida. The boy
he liked.
did not know, did not believe, was love. He knew only one thing. The thought of leaving without having made him understand what he wanted, as it warmed in spite of what seemed to him cold as a diamond, made him feel bad. A tightness in the chest squeezed right there, between the throat and stomach, and he did not sleep at night, leaving him to turn over in bed.
hands flowed idly on the body smooth, thin but strong arms, pressing her hands on each pass, as if he were smoothing, as if he were polishing.
A pure beauty, its own. Just like a diamond, was maintained. The
also stripped of his trousers and saw her face slightly red dye.
He leaned over him without touching it except with his hands, and, as he passed the palms on the thighs, and kissed him.
A long, wet kiss, this time, a meeting of languages, first hesitantly and then more and more secure.
to warm herself, she wanted to shine. He wanted a little 'self-centered, that its the heat tempered and would make it even better, just for him.
He heard her breathing speed up and know that it was on his inflamed.
The blood began to flow much faster in the veins, heart hammering in his chest and realized, stopping suddenly, of having terribly excited. A reddening also his purple cheeks, while a slight sense of guilt mixed with shame pervades it.
He just wanted to pay tribute to the beauty of Uryuu with his hands, he wanted warned that heats it, wanted it to be one thing only and only for him.
breathing slowly trying to calm down, but see Ishida in such a state of grace excited him beyond belief and the blood continued to run down, causing even more swelling.
Bowman seemed to notice that something was wrong because he opened his eyes, wondering if he had done something wrong.
See those dark eyes misted for what he had done was another punch to the solar plexus, to Ichigo, who bit his lip to suppress a groan.
But the problem apparently was evident that Uryuu, biting his lip a bit 'hesitant, reached up to Ichigo's pants. Nervous undid the button and lowered the zipper, feeling the hard swelling under the fingers that filled the boxer.
The shinigami did not hold back when he saw the white hands of the boy so close to her sex; groaned without hesitation clawing the sheets of the bed.
A bubble of warmth in the chest expanded Ishida, then wail on that view, running down, deeper and deeper, until he settled down at his groin. When he climbed over the edge of the tip touching moist boxer, Ichigo closed his eyes and threw back his head, overwhelmed by the pleasure he felt for a gesture so slight.
Uryuu felt that bubble rupture, spreading liquid fire in his veins and in his State, which is swelling in his pants. Even the archer groaned, even though so much lighter and content.
Ichigo lay down beside the boy, taking a kiss on the neck and bringing his hand to the other pants. He wanted to feel what he was trying his hand at him. Li
unbuckled with almost feverish eagerness, now dragged the thing that most call "desire." Ichigo had never tried it, but it was fantastic to do those things with Uryuu, in a bed in an empty house. He sent his sanity to hell, literally.
Soon the hands of the two began to move in sync, everyone tended to perceive the tremors of either a particularly daring move.
Up and down, up and down, as if he instinctively knew the weak points of the body of the other, as if their bodies will recognize each other, "Well, it's him."
The pace increased, even the moans and Ichigo rushed towards the lips of the other, be there as if it were far painful. She kissed him, licked his lips, sucked, and the language they engaged in a battle without winners or losers, while his hands continued to move forcefully on their gender. Ishida
Then he did something that Ichigo sent straight to the end. She pressed
him hooking a leg at his side, pushing the new member with his.
The electric shock that traveled all his spine made him come up with a groan louder than the others against the stomach of his companion, who was warned that after the hot liquid stain the stomach.
stood there, hugging, the shortness of breath and his eyes closed for a time that seemed interminable. Then
Ishida, logical and rational mind of the two, even if at that time was not exactly either one or the other thing, sat up and looked around for something to clean up the butchery. His
would return sooner or later, and it would not tanned find themselves in that way.
blushed visibly when thoughts turned to what had just happened, Ichigo was, as usual, useless. A belly-up with one arm over his eyes, he seemed near death. And imagine if you bother to groom themselves, him.
After finding a packet of tissue paper in a desk drawer, he saw at least presentable before returning to Ichigo. A shower would have been much better, but he felt really tired just to think to do it, let alone actually do it.
Trying not to embarrass (But for that and not embarrassed about what had happened before, in hindsight, was even worse? It gave dell'idiota alone.) Settled well mate, and then lie down again at his side, his back against the wall and his head under his neck.
was almost natural for Ichigo, stringerselo against his head and sink in his hair perfumed.
thanked the heavens that Ishida had not said anything, did not want to discuss.
He felt pleasantly satisfied and did not want that feeling to go away anytime soon.
She gave him a kiss in front of Ichigo, a tender kiss and quickly, saying "Thank You".
Uryuu was truly the most precious thing he had, like a diamond.
Indeed, perhaps more than a diamond.

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[fanfiction] Do not just play with me

Title: Do not just play with me
Characters / Couple: Ichigo Kurosaki / Uryu Ishida
Rating: Red
Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi
Word Count: 599
A / N: guess what? Yes, he attended the p0rnfest # 3. Bleach, Ichigo / Ishida, 'You're a criminal as long as you're mine' (Bad Romance - Lady GaGa)

- I-Ichigo! - Uryu shouted in a tone of shocked when he was pressed against the futon from the body heat of the substitute Shinigami.
- Do not be silly woman hysterical, Quincy. - Sneered that damn orange testaccio, mentally registering the fact that the other had stopped calling him by name. - As long as you are in my hands will not let you do a good boy. On the contrary, will not let you even think of fucking prissy as you are.
Ishida found nothing to object. No sarcastic sentence, no pun. When Ichigo was so close to his ability to articulate complete sentences ran dismally to peak, which was extremely humiliating. So I might as well let go of everything. So, for once , they said. If you repeat it every time.
Ichigo's bit the lobe of an ear, mettendosi poi a succhiarglielo. Stava lì e non faceva nient'altro, facendo impazzire Uryu, il quale agognava un maggiore contatto ma non gli avrebbe mai dato la soddisfazione di sentirlo chiedere.
Perché lui non gliel'avrebbe data, vero?
- Smettila di giocare, Ichigo. - si lamentò in quello che doveva essere un tono deciso, ma che gli uscì come un pigolio insoddisfatto.
- Chiedilo per piacere. - si divertì a tormentarlo Kurosaki, nonostante sentisse il proprio stesso autocontrollo scivolargli via come sabbia fra le dita.
- Smettila di giocare con me, per piacere .
- E cosa vuoi esattamente? - gli soffiò Ichigo sul collo, infilandogli una mano sotto la camicia immacolata.
wanted to hear him plead, was obvious. And Uryu had no intention of meeting it. Or at least not until the fingers of the other had not stopped to pinch her nipples with great skill to go down over the edge of his trousers.
- Fuck me ... - Moaned.
- at your command ... maybe. - Ichigo smiled, slipping down, covering her neck with kisses and gradually loosing the buttons of his shirt and then the trousers, which dropped rapidly.
He licked his lips, noting with satisfaction that Uryu much appreciated when played with him. Ishida
meanwhile had looked away, because seeing THAT 'expression on the faces of the damned would Shinigami have caused a spontaneous orgasm, and it would be fun. But when Ichigo licked her lips in that way made him look like a filthy whore and serial that was not clear what to do with the usual good old fluorescent head, here, then Uryu could do nothing but bite his lips to keep groan even before it had begun.
But then Ichigo's lips rubbing against his languid thigh, and then became more difficult to restrain.
- Let yourself go! - Kurosaki murmured, and every word his breath touched the sex tended to Uryu. These
instinctively pushed forward in the pelvis, but was stopped by Ichigo. - Quietly ... - It still caused the boy, then giving a first Licking, almost test - Quietly ... The
teased for a while the glans with the tip of the tongue, then decided to take it fully into his mouth. A hand placed gently on the thigh, the other on the chest of Uryu, Ichigo sucked, barely moving his head back and forth in a hypnotic motion. He liked to have things under control as at that moment, something that rarely happened otherwise. He liked to be him, and he alone, who can learn from the serious-Ishida, posed, those groans unbearable Ishida-thin, complacent. But even those were enough. Interrupted his work getting a hiss and unhappy look, from which, however, not be intimidated.
- Now you do and let you scream ... - Ichigo promised with a glint of greed in his eyes.



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Now I do and I'll scream ... is courtesy of Ellepi UU