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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