[fic] I'll Show You How It's Done

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Title: I’ll Show You How It’s Done
Author: kiyala
Beta: doublenatural
Word Count: 1909
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryuuken walks in on Ichigo and Uryuu and proceeds to *ahem* show them how it’s done
Warnings: boysex, Quincest, voyeurism, masturbation ……oi, I’m going to be thrown into the darkest depth of agnostic hell for this XD
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: I was discussing Quincest with doublenatural last night and well, you know how susceptible I am to plotbunny bites -_- but the IchiIshi fangirl in me still managed to make this more IchiIshi than IshiRyuu o_O

x-posted to ishi_ichi and quincy_papa

Edit: gaaaah I just realised I made a huge mistake with formatting and the whole first section got cut out O__O fixed now ^^; sorry to everyone who missed the first few lines -__-



“Ichigo…” the dark-haired boy moaned, grabbing two fistfuls of bright orange hair as he was held by the hips and thrust into roughly, the table they were leaning against – Uryuu’s study desk – digging into the small of his back, but his body numb to any pain.

There was no rhythm, no pattern to their movements. They were simply driven by their insatiable desire for each other and for the pleasure they were received as they would grind, rock and thrust. The redhead was panting heavily against the sensitive skin of Uryuu’s neck, not allowing any coherent thoughts into his mind.

“More?” Ichigo whispered, his voice husky which only served to make Uryuu’s desire for him increase.

“Fuck yes.”

Gradually picking up his pace, Ichigo chuckled – or tried to, the sound coming out as sharp bursts of breath instead – as Uryuu’s moaning increased in volume and urgency, rising and rising until he released moments before Ichigo, going momentarily limp in the redhead’s arms as Ichigo withdrew, holding Uryuu in his arms as they rested against the desk, which never had anything placed upon it for this very reason.

Waiting to regain his breath, Ichigo smiled and kissed Uryuu. They held onto each other tightly until Ichigo pulled away.

“I don’t think there’s anything hotter than your expression when we’re in the middle of sex.”

This brought a faint blush to Uryuu’s face and he looked away. When he did, however, he jumped and quickly sat up, causing Ichigo to stumble backwards.

“Wha—?”

Ichigo stopped himself when he noticed Uryuu was looking at something in the doorway. Or rather, as he turned his gaze in its direction, someone.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled, stumbling backwards and grabbing onto the desk for support, “What… who the fuck are you?”

The man standing there raised an eyebrow but otherwise, remained expressionless, “You don’t know who I am? That’s rather disappointing to hear. You can’t even recognise the similarities between myself and the boy you, what was it you said? Something akin to that you’d never seen anything hotter than his expression when you’re having sex?”

Ichigo’s face went red, but Uryuu seemed to pale.

“Ryuuken—”

“Wait!”

The two other males turned to the redhead who, despite the fact he was naked and had traces of semen on his body, glared at the bespectacled man in the doorway.

“Ryuuken. That’s Uryuu’s father, isn’t it?”

The comment seemed to please the man, “Yes. I am.”

“So you’re the father that stayed out of Uryuu’s life for so many years and then just randomly showed up a while ago and told him that if he was getting his Quincy powers back, he’d have to… stop seeing me?”

Thin lips curled into a smirk, “Yes.”

“And you fucking think it’s okay for you to walk in on us like this? Even my dad knows better, you sick bastard!” Ichigo yelled, lunging at the man.

Ichigo was the type who was now able to detect motion no matter how fast it was – such as Byakuya’s flash step, but to his surprise, the man went out of his field of perception for a moment as he ended up lunging at air.

“You Shinigami are still slow, and still as pathetic as ever,” Ryuuken spat, moving to hit Ichigo.

“Ryuuken!” Uryuu cried, still sitting on his desk, “Ichigo! Stop!”

Ichigo was about to return a punch when he abruptly paused. He glanced at Uryuu with a confused look before turning back to the fair-haired man.

“What, are you going to fight me for Uryuu now? Because you’re wasting your time fighting me. It’s up to him if he wants to leave me.”

“Ichi—” Uryuu began in protest, but was cut off by his father’s chuckle.

“How very noble of you, Kurosaki. You have similar traits to someone I once met. You remind me of him in the fact that both of you are inconceivably stupid.”

“Ryuuken,” Uryuu snapped, “Get out of my house.”

“I think not, Uryuu.”

The dark-haired boy gasped as he was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed down onto the desk.

“What—”

“Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open for once, Kurosaki,” Ryuuken murmured, glancing over his shoulder as he took his glasses off, “I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Ryuuken!” the panic was clear in the boy’s voice as he fought against the fingers wrapping around his wrists.

“Silence.”

Both Uryuu and Ichigo gasped as the pale boy was slapped.

“Leave him alone you—”

“I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut?”

“But—”

“Just do it, Ichigo,” came a quiet whisper from Uryuu and the boys shared a long, apologetic look before Ichigo slowly nodded.

“Good,” Ryuuken said approvingly and motioned for his son to sit up and undo the buttons of his shirt.

Uryuu scowled, noticing the smirk that meant Ryuuken was doing this on purpose and set to work.

“Are you going to be obedient for once, Uryuu?” he asked, an arrogant drawl clear in his voice that was there solely to annoy Ichigo.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” the man asked, gripping Uryuu’s wrist tightly.

Closing his eyes and frowning slightly, the boy spoke, “Y-Yes Fa… Father.”

Ryuuken’s head dropped down until it was level with Uryuu’s, kissing the shocked boy and causing Ichigo to twitch, although he said nothing.

“Good boy,” the man murmured as his shirt was pulled off, undoing his own pants before stepping closer to the desk.

Don’t you dare touch him you bastard… Ichigo struggled to keep control of himself as his scowl deepened.

“Aaahnn… Ichi…” Uryuu groaned as his cock was stroked gently and this brought a grin to Ichigo’s face – even if he wasn’t the one providing the attention, it was clear who the dark-haired boy really wanted.

“Watch carefully,” Ryuuken murmured, causing Ichigo to look up as he took hold of Uryuu’s cock with one hand and brushing his thumb against the head of it, causing Uryuu to cry out and cling tightly to Ryuuken’s upper arms.

Ichigo found himself licking his lips as he watched Uryuu squirm and moan as Ryuuken continued with his ministrations. He couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly aroused as he watched the two of them, Uryuu’s expression so wanton and eager while there was a mystery behind Ryuuken’s eyes that made Ichigo wonder just why he was there and why he was doing this to his own son.

But to Ichigo’s great shame, as he leaned against the wall and a hand travelled down to caress his own growing erection, he had to admit he rather liked watching it. He bit down into his fist to stifle the groan that threatened to rise as he watched Uryuu arching and gasping as Ryuuken slid two long fingers into the boy’s body.

“Ichigo…” he moaned, slowly managing to turn his head in the direction of the other boy, who groaned at the sound of his name.

Ryuuken obviously did not appreciate being left out and sharply turning Uryuu’s face to him by the chin, kissed him roughly as he thrust his length into him.

The action was a lot rougher and more sudden than what he was used to and Uryuu whimpered slightly, tears forming behind his closed eyes, which he held shut to hide this fact from his father and for that matter, Ichigo.

“Who’s the one making you feel like this?” Ryuuken murmured as he pushed harder.

Uryuu hesitated, his eyes returning to Ichigo before looking his father in the eyes, “Ryuuken.”

There was something akin to disappointment that the boy noticed in the man’s eyes and Uryuu almost felt sorry for him. Almost. The thrusts began again and his mind was pushed closer to oblivion, panting and groaning as he writhed and clung tightly to the body close to him. The shut his eyes tightly and tried to block out the familiar scent of his father, reminding him of the childhood days when he had been willing to do anything – almost anything, giving up his dream of being a Quincy was not included – to please his father. A small voice told him that now was his chance. His indirect apology for rebelling, for being a disappointment. He frowned as the logical side of his mind argued that none of it was his fault, but all the same, he wrapped his arms around the man he had not seen, or even even been so close to before in his life and before he could second guess his judgement, he pressed his lips against the thin and slightly cold ones of Ryuuken.

The man was surprised and jerking away, he stared blue into blue as he attempted to understand his son’s thoughts, but giving up as they moved closer and kissed again. Ichigo held back a low growl. His mind and body were arguing. His mind was telling him that watching Uryuu kiss someone else like this was meant to hurt, but his body was telling him to urge them on. Shaking his head, his movements as he stroked himself became more erratic.

A clear mind was never really of any use in situations like these anyway.

He shut his eyes tightly as he knew he was reaching his climax, but opened them again as he heard Uryuu’s gasp. He stumbled forward, his body moving without consulting his legs and as he reached the two at the desk, he snarled and drove his elbow into Ryuueken’s side.

“Get off him,” he commanded, his voice deep with desire and irritation, “That’s enough. He’s…”

…Your freaking son.

“He’s mine, bastard.”

This seemed to amuse Ryuuken, but to Ichigo’s surprise, he gave him a smug smile and stepped away from Uryuu, drawing confused groans from the boy that subsided when Ichigo placed a hand on his forehead.

“Don’t worry, I’m back,” Ichigo murmured with a small smile, guiding his erection into his lover’s body without need for preparation.

Uryuu’s eyes snapped open at the feeling and there was relief and something else Ichigo couldn’t quite read when he smiled, “Ichigo…”

“Come on, let’s finish this… We’ve had enough sex for an entire week.”

Uryuu grinned and thrust down against Ichigo, holding onto his shoulders tightly, “But that doesn’t mean—”

Ichigo laughed, “Don’t worry. I was kidding. I don’t think there’s any such thing as ‘enough sex’ for me.”

Short nails dug into the redhead’s back as the pale boy released, hissing Ichigo’s name which was soon replaced by Ichigo moaning the other’s name, panting as they held each other close.

“I think that will be enough, then,” Ryuuken said with an almost buisness-like tone and the two boys, still rather dazed, looked around at him.

“Uryuu. Kurosaki. I’ve achieved what I’ve come here to do. Excuse me.”

“And what exactly did you achieve?” Ichigo called out and with a slight turn, Ryuuken’s lip curled.

“Know thy enemy, isn’t it? I wanted to see how close you to were. And of course, I also managed to infuriate a Shinigami along the way.”

The two boys were left in Uryuu’s room alone once again, resting their foreheads against each other as they leaned against the desk.

“Uryuu?” Ichigo murmured.

“Yes?”

Hesitating, Ichigo kissed him gently and then held him closer, “I love you.”

With a large smile he was thankful Ichigo could not see, the other boy leaned into their embrace, “Love you too, Ichigo.”

~ Owari ~