[fic] In The Dark

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Title: In The Dark
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1520
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boysex, swearing, very PWP
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Written for theme #3 of 30_nights - Find me in the dark

YAY SEME URYUU!

Yeah, I was in a smutty mood. Writing foreplay is fun, so I'm sorry if the actual sex pales in comparison xD;;

x-posted to ishi_ichi, 30_nights and bleach_yaoi

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His head is still spinning from all of the lights and colours. His eyes are still squinting at the lights, even though they are now in a dark room. He blinks several times before he can open his eyes. The room is pitch black. He thinks that perhaps he should have thought to turn the light on before shutting the door. He wonders how many drinks he’s had to overlook something like this.

He doesn’t need to look for Ichigo. He only needs the conscious thought of wanting to find him, and he can feel the other man's reiatsu, a pressure on some sixth sense that he is too drunk to dwell on. He reaches out, miscalculating the distance between them, forgetting about the ottoman beside the sofa and tripping.

Ichigo catches him, but loses balance himself. By the time they hit the floor, their lips are joined in a kiss. The pressure of Ichigo’s reiatsu increases and Uryuu only then realises that it is somewhat out of control. He can feel the reiatsu flaring, dropping, pulsing…

He is about to snap at Ichigo to try and control it, but their tongues meet as the reiatsu flares again, and it suddenly feels too good to stop. Ichigo’s hands are holding the sides of Uryuu’s head, as they always are when they kiss. Uryuu’s hands are bracing himself against the floor, making sure he doesn’t put all of his weight on Ichigo.

“Uryuu,” Ichigo murmurs, and thrusts upwards.

The Quincy groans, returning the thrust. He is rewarded with a low curse. Ichigo’s legs spread, and Uryuu opens his eyes. Having become adjusted to the dark, he can now make out Ichigo’s face and the sofas around them. He finds Ichigo watching him and they kiss again, for longer than before. Ichigo’s hands slide down to Uryuu’s hips, humping him with a gratified moan.

Uryuu shudders with pleasure, spreading his hands out against the carpet even further to support himself. He would really rather melt against Ichigo, but his desire to remain in control is stronger. He grasps the Vaizard’s hip with one hand once he’s confident that he can balance properly, and urges Ichigo to roll over. The redhead hesitates for a moment, but the Quincy growls under his breath and the insistent pushing of the slender hand is obeyed.

Ichigo barely has his hands and knees steadying him before Uryuu holds the sides of his hips and grinds. They both moan, and the dark-haired man begins pushing Ichigo’s shirt off, his hands sliding across the smooth, warm skin. Ichigo trembles, but shifts his weight onto his legs so he can pull his shirt completely off. Uryuu pushes him back down, grinding even harder against him. Sighing as he feels the slender hands reaching around to his belt, Ichigo places one his own hands on them, shaking his head a little.

“Not here. We’ll mess the carpet.”

Giving the back of Ichigo’s neck an appreciative kiss, Uryuu rises to his feet and stumbles as he tries to find his balance before pulling Ichigo up as well. Their lips meet for a short kiss that is hot and wet before Uryuu takes a step backwards. He reaches out, fingers brushing against the toned chest before he grabs Ichigo’s hand by the wrist. Ichigo takes a step closer, and Uryuu’s hands are on his chest again. They shudder for different reasons as the Quincy’s long, cold fingers glide over the muscles, wandering down to his belt.

“You’re really impatient tonight,” Ichigo mutters, prying Uryuu’s hands off his belt for the second time, accompanied with a small kiss on Uryuu’s neck. “Come on… bed. You can do whatever you want then.”


A smirk flashes across Uryuu’s face – Ichigo’s eyes are adjusted to the dark enough to make it out, and he grins himself as he is pulled towards the bedroom. He backs Uryuu onto the bed, but the Quincy holds onto him as he is pushed, bringing Ichigo down with him. Noticing that Uryuu is still wearing his shirt, Ichigo pulls the fasteners apart, kissing down his chest as he pulls it off. His lips are at Uryuu’s waist when he feels a pair of hands holding the sides of his head.

“Stop,” Uryuu whispers, and pulls him up to kiss his mouth.

Ichigo sighs into the kiss, grinding against Uryuu. Moaning, the Quincy sits up and the redhead leans forward, lapping at Uryuu’s collarbone, sucking, biting it. Uryuu gasps Ichigo’s name, and then repeats it, louder, when he feels a hand rubbing his erection through the black pants he is wearing. More, his body urges as he leans into Ichigo’s arms, his hips rocking to increase the wonderful friction. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth is open, panting, gasping. Ichigo turns his head, rubbing Uryuu’s tongue with his own, his hands holding Uryuu’s back as they grind against each other.

In an instant, Uryuu remembers that he is supposed to be the one in control. He pushes Ichigo down onto the bed again, succeeding without resistance thanks to the suddenness of the action. Ichigo’s eyes are bright and wild, even in the dark. Uryuu crawls onto him, maintaining eye contact with him as the slender hands finally undo the troublesome belt keeping him from what he wants. The brown eyes almost glow from all of the lust. They’re half lidded from the pleasure. Uryuu gives him a crooked smirk as he undoes the fly of Ichigo’s jeans and pulls. The redhead lifts his hips and his underwear is gone with his pants.

Uryuu’s eyes travel across his lover’s erection for a moment before his smirk widens. Ichigo doesn’t need to guess what happens next, but the gasp and jerk of his hips comes naturally as he feels the Quincy’s mouth around the head of his cock.

“Ahh, don’t… don’t…” Ichigo whispers, his eyes closed and his fingers in the dark silky hair.

Uryuu’s tongue glides down the underside of the length, placing a playful kiss at the base before looking up to meet Ichigo’s eyes. He then kneels, placing his legs on either side of Ichigo’s body. He tilts the Vaizard’s head up to face his, whispering to undo his pants in a barely audible command. Ichigo does so eagerly, kissing Uryuu’s hips before pulling the pants off. The briefs follow and Uryuu sighs, his fingers twisting in Ichigo’s hair as the redhead gives the Quincy’s erection a couple of firm strokes.

He rolls Ichigo over, the Vaizard’s face buried in the pillows at the head of the bed, his ass in the air. Uryuu strokes down Ichigo’s legs playfully, enjoying the way the redhead tenses with each touch, before rubbing the cheeks of his ass, slowly and gently spreading them apart. He hears Ichigo’s muffled moan as he leans forward, his tongue against the redhead’s puckered entrance. Uryuu teases him, letting the pleasure build up before taking it away, groaning as Ichigo tenses and moans in protest. Giving it a wet kiss, he pushes a finger through. He waits for Ichigo to stop moaning, flicking his tongue against the entrance before adding another. Ichigo bites the pillow to stay silent as he is scissored, Uryuu’s tongue making everything so much more pleasurable. Uryuu pulls his head away after a moment, pushing the fingers deeper, curling and searching for Ichigo’s prostate. He finds it, and Ichigo’s knees almost give out.

Chuckling, Uryuu holds him up, smearing his own cock with saliva and precome before entering him slowly. Ichigo gasps, and bites the pillow harder as Uryuu thrusts into him. Shuddering with pleasure, he supports himself with his elbows, his head hanging down so that his forehead is pressed against the mattress.

“Uryuu,” he gasps, thrusting back, “Ahhh, fuck. Fuck. More.”

They find a rhythm, moaning together as they move. Ichigo starts jerking himself off, and Uryuu growls in protest because he can’t see. So Ichigo does the next best thing, finding Uryuu’s hand and guiding it to his cock, placing his own hand over it. Uryuu moans even louder, thrusting harder. He feels Ichigo’s legs shaking, and is glad to know that the redhead is close, because he knows that he won’t be able to hold back for much longer.

Uryuu releases first, moaning Ichigo’s name and tightening his grip on the Vaizard’s hips. He’ll probably leave marks, but neither of them care. Ichigo groans as he feels the come inside of him, and then again even louder when Uryuu’s hand begins stroking him faster. He releases with a scream, the pleasure of both his penis being stroked and his prostate being thrust against too much for him to handle. Ichigo’s arm and legs stop supporting him, and they both fall forward onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs.

“Fun,” Ichigo murmurs with a grin, glancing at Uryuu whose chin is on his shoulder.

Uryuu smiles and kisses his shoulder. Ichigo’s eyes are already closed, and the Quincy shifts over to lie beside him, not bothering to clean up until later. It can wait.