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[fic] Blood
Title: Blood :: Part Two
Status: Complete
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kiyala
Beta:hidden_gems
Word Count: 11578
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vampire AU, yaoi, swearing, mansex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Second part~
Part One
*
It wasn’t until Ishida had gone into the break room at work for his fifteen-minute break that he saw Kurosaki again.
“You!” he gasped, “What are you doing in here?”
“I followed you. I would’ve said something sooner, but you looked busy out there. “I wanted to wait until I had your undivided attention.”
Ishida shook his head, but didn’t protest when the Vampire pulled him close. He sighed when he felt Kurosaki’s lips on his neck and the words came out sooner than he’d intended them to.
“I want you to drink my blood.”
Kurosaki pulled away, frowning at him. He didn’t say anything, so Ishida continued to speak.
“We both want it. I know that you can control yourself. You’re better at it than you give yourself credit for, I can tell by the way you… well, don’t act like blood lusting Vampire when I’m right in front of you with my guard down.”
“That’s because you’re much more than a simple human to me. I’m far too attached to you to just think of you in that way.”
“You won’t kill me, Kurosaki,” he murmured, kissing his way from the Vampire’s neck to his lips. “I’m confident of it.”
Kurosaki chuckled. “What is this, Ishida? Here I thought the Vampires were the ones who seduced the humans, not the other way around.”
“It isn’t seduction until I ask you to sleep with me, Vampire,” Ishida whispered against Kurosaki’s ear, his tongue teasing the other’s earlobe.
Shuddering hard, the Vampire held him tight. “Yess. I’ll give you anything you ask for if you’re going to ask like this.”
“Tonight…?” Ishida asked with a smirk.
“Mmm. Meet me at the same place we met last night. Don’t wear your Quincy clothes. I’ll show you where I live tonight.”
Holding onto the front of Kurosaki’s clothes, Ishida pulled him close. “Don’t leave just yet. I’m sure I have at least ten minutes of my break left.”
“And how would you like to spend those ten minutes, precious little Quincy?” Kurosaki asked, his hands sliding down Ishida’s sides.
“Not being caught naked in the break room for a start,” Ishida told him, taking hold of the Vampire’s hands and placing them on his shoulders.
Smirking, Kurosaki leaned towards Ishida, capturing his lips in a rough kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other and the Quincy buried his fingers in the other’s short hair, only pulling away when he felt short of breath.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Kurosaki told him, kissing down his neck and then back up again. “I can’t wait until tonight.”
“Your father won’t mind?”
The Vampire grinned. “Looks like he’s given up on stopping me. Like yours.”
Their lips met again, their tongues rubbing against each other. Ishida did his best not to groan and buried his face against Kurosaki’s neck. The Vampire seemed to understand, loosening his grip on the Quincy before sitting in a chair and pulling the other into his lap.
“Mmm,” Kurosaki sighed, resting his chin on Ishida’s shoulder and shutting his eyes. “Tell me, Ishida. Do you trust me?”
The Quincy sighed, leaning back into the other’s arms. “I… know I probably shouldn’t.”
“But you do. Silly Quincy.”
“Says the Vampire who became too attached to his food,” Ishida replied, looking over his shoulder.
“You wouldn’t have been my food unless you’d tempted me,” Kurosaki told him. “You already know how I feed.”
“I know,” the Quincy murmured, kissing him as best as he could. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m meant to be your prey, not your…”
“Lover?” Kurosaki suggested, smiling as he saw Ishida’s cheeks turn a little red. He turned the Quincy’s wrist to glance at the time. “I’d better let go of you, Quincy. Until tonight, when you’ll belong to me alone.”
They stood and the Vampire gave him one last, long kiss before stepping away. Ishida watched as Kurosaki seemed to fade into the shadows, waiting until he was gone before turning and leaving the break room.
*
Kurosaki was already waiting for him by the time he got the usual park bench. Their eyes met and he walked towards Ishida, pulling him close for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Ishida glanced at the Vampire’s clothing. He wasn’t wearing the usual robes, instead wearing normal clothes: dark jeans with a long, fur-lined jacket over a collared shirt.
“Shall we?” the Vampire asked, taking his hand. Ishida didn’t flinch and Kurosaki tightened his grip on the slender hand as they walked.
“Will your father come after you when you wander into Vampire territory?” he asked casually, glancing at the Quincy. “I am taking you to a house filled with Vampires… and they’d be more willing to suck you dry than I am. I do believe you can take care of yourself, and if things get bad, I’ll be there. I just… want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
The corners of the Quincy’s lips twitched upwards. “I want to see the looks on their faces when you lead a Quincy to your bedroom.”
Kurosaki chuckled and shook his head. “Danger means nothing to you, does it?”
“You said it yourself, Kurosaki. I can take care of myself.”
The house the Vampire led him to was much more of a mansion. Ishida stared at it as they walked up to the door. “…You live here?”
“With a bunch of Vampires,” Kurosaki replied. He stopped and looked at Ishida. “Are… you okay with this? We can turn back if you’d like.”
“It’s fine.”
With a nod, Kurosaki pushed the door open and led the way inside. It was dark and Ishida unconsciously stood closer to the Vampire.
“If we’re lucky, we won’t run into anyone,” he heard the other murmur somewhere near his ear. “Just up those stairs over there and down a hallway.”
They walked undisturbed until the hallway. Kurosaki’s door was in sight when they heard a voice call out.
“What this, Ichigo? Take-away?”
Kurosaki’s grip on Ishida’s hand tightened and he pulled the Quincy to him as he turned. “Mind your own business.”
The other vampire had crimson hair tied up in a spiky ponytail. His eyes travelled down to their hands and he grinned. “Lulling the pretty boy into a false sense of security, eh? Waiting for him to drop his guard for you before you pounce?”
“Renji,” Kurosaki growled. “Fuck off, you know we’re not allowed to kill people for the hell of it.”
“But he looks good,” the Vampire named Renji murmured with a grin. Ishida frowned, his Quincy pentacle glowing, ready to summon his bow. Renji noticed and raised an eyebrow, “A Quincy, Ichigo?”
“Mind your own business,” Kurosaki repeated, pulling Ishida towards his room.
“Should I tell your dad you’ve got a guest over?” Renji called out after him.
Kurosaki stiffened for a moment before taking a breath and replying without looking over his shoulder. “Tell him whatever you want.”
He shut his room door once he and Ishida were inside and then locked it. He turned to Ishida and sighed when he saw the wide-eyed look he was being given.
“I’ll get some light into the room. You’re not used to the dark like I am,” he muttered and walked over to the window, pushing the heavy black curtains out of the way. It was a full moon night, the light bright enough to give the room a gentle glow. He stood at the window and sighed, waiting for Ishida to say something. He was surprised when he felt the Quincy’s arms around him.
“Are you going to stand there all night, Kurosaki?” Ishida murmured, kissing the Vampire’s neck and gently biting it.
The Vampire smirked. “Here I thought I was the one who had to do that to you.”
Ishida bit him harder, pulling away to look at the bite marks he’d left and ran his tongue over them. Kurosaki groaned softly.
“I think you understand a bit of why I enjoy it when you bite me,” the Quincy whispered, his hands travelling down to the front of the Vampire’s jeans. He palmed Kurosaki’s cock through the thick denim and laughed softly. “So tell me. How much longer are you planning to stand here for, when there’s this comfortable-looking bed in the middle of the room and I’m right here waiting for you to do what you will with me?”
Kurosaki turned and frowned. “But what Renji said—”
“Doesn’t bother me.”
“You do trust me,” he said incredulously. He held the sides of Ishida’s face and shook his head. “What the hell do you know about me, Ishida?”
“That I can kill you the moment you threaten me,” the Quincy replied quietly. “Not that I will need to.”
It was enough for the Vampire. He pushed Ishida down onto the soft bed and crawled onto him. Their lips met in a rough kiss and Kurosaki wasted no time undoing Ishida’s jacket and pants. Unwilling to give the Vampire full control, Ishida reached for his clothes, undoing them as well. His hands stopped once he’d pulled Kurosaki’s shirt off, staring at all of the scars on his torso.
“I get in fights a lot,” the Vampire murmured by the way of an explanation. “Nothing to be worried about.”
Ishida ran his fingers over one in the middle of the pale chest. “This one must have hurt.”
“Yeah, it did,” Kurosaki replied as though it were a simple matter of fact. “But that’s okay. I’ve had worse, and I’ve given worse.”
There was a look of confusion in the Quincy’s eyes and he sighed. “My mother was killed by a Hollow. Obviously, if the Vampires attack Hollows, the Hollows will attack back. There was this one Hollow that got her when I was just a kid… it was going for me, but…”
“Clearly, your mother thought you were worth dying for,” Ishida said quietly. “My own mother gave her life for me.”
“Well. That isn’t so surprising,” Kurosaki said, giving the other man an affectionate smile.
Doing his best to hide the blush that threatened to creep across his face, Ishida pulled Kurosaki down into a kiss. Pinning him down to the mattress, the Vampire grinned. “What should I do first, Quincy?”
“Hm, well we’re almost naked anyway…”
The Vampire chuckled, kneeling so he could pull his pants down. Ishida reached out, stroking his cock gently. He felt it grow in his hand and grinned up at Kurosaki, kneeling as well. They kissed and the Quincy pushed the Vampire down onto his back, crawling onto him. He took his glasses off and Kurosaki took them, reaching to the table beside the bed and carefully putting them down. Ishida smiled, taking one of the Vampire’s hands in his when Kurosaki settled back on the bed properly.
“Your fingers…” he murmured, running his own fingers over the back of Kurosaki’s hand. “Your long, wonderful fingers…”
“Heh, you want them inside you, Ishida? Stretching you slowly so I can fuck you ‘til you’re screaming for me?”
The Quincy shuddered in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at Kurosaki beneath him. The Vampire smirked, reaching up to stroke Ishida’s lips. Kissing them before he began to suck on them, Ishida didn’t look away from the other man once until Kurosaki slowly moved his fingers away.
“Mmm…” Ishida bit his lip as he felt Kurosaki’s fingers gently pushing their way in. He panted quietly, holding onto the other man’s shoulders. “Ah, a little further—mm right there—ahhh yess, there.”
The Vampire could feel his mouth watering as he watched Ishida’s expression and growled, kissing him hard. “Oh fuck, Ishida. You’re driving me crazy.”
“It’s mutual,” Ishida panted, placing his hands on Kurosaki’s chest to steady himself. He pushed Kurosaki’s hand away and crawled onto him. The Vampire frowned, about to ask what he was doing before Ishida reached down and took hold of Kurosaki’s cock with one hand, steadying himself with the other. Making a surprised sound when he realised what the Quincy was doing, Kurosaki held his cock in place for him, guiding him with a hand on his hip.
“Mmm,” Ishida murmured as he lowered himself onto the Vampire’s erection. He did his best to keep the discomfort from showing on his face, his hands spreading on Kurosaki’s chest to support himself. The Vampire watched him carefully, experimentally stroking Ishida’s cock. “Ahh! Oh yess.”
Kurosaki took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, his head falling back against his pillows. He felt himself slide even deeper into the Quincy and bit his lip hard when he was all the way in. “So tight, Ishida. Feels….so…good.”
They panted together as they moved, grunting quietly with every thrust. Kurosaki had intended to be gentle, but Ishida had quickly found his limits and had started to push them. He rode the other man hard, moaning quietly for him. The Vampire had a tight grip on Ishida’s sides in an attempt to control his movements, but it wasn’t working.
Kurosaki was already feeling himself give way to the pleasure that threatened to take over him, but then Ishida cried out and started riding him even harder. “Mmm, yes yes yesyesyes…!”
With a loud moan, Kurosaki threw his head back and came before he could even give warning. With Ishida’s muscles tightening around his cock, he could do little else other than scream Ishida’s name and release. Ishida gasped at the feeling of the other man releasing inside him before shuddering in pleasure and coming as well. He panted quietly, still leaning over Kurosaki. The Vampire gently pulled away from Ishida before pulling him down to lie in the large bed with him.
“I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but you’ve got this glazed look in your eyes that says enough.”
Ishida smiled, closing his eyes as he felt the Vampire’s lips on his.
“I think we should rest for a while,” Kurosaki whispered against his lips.
“And then you’ll drink my blood?”
The Vampire sighed. “Yes. I don’t know why you’re looking forward to it so much.”
The Quincy grinned. “I want to see your expression once you’ve finished drinking. I want your eyes to tell me how much you like it.”
“You are such a cruel person,” Kurosaki groaned. He buried his face in Ishida’s dark hair. “How am I meant to have any kind of self-control when you seduce me like this?”
“You’re hardly one to talk, driving me so wild I can barely hold onto any kind of rational thought.”
Grinning, Kurosaki pulled back so he could look at Ishida properly. Stroking his face, he placed a brief kiss against the other’s lips before lying down and pulling him close. “You look tired. If you don’t sleep now, you’ll either end up passing out when I bite you, or you’ll tempt me to jump you again.”
“I wouldn’t mind the second one,” Ishida murmured, even as he shut his eyes and rested his head under Kurosaki’s chin.
“I know,” the Vampire said, stroking the dark hair and staring into the darkness of his room. “But it’d be nice to at least pretend I have some kind of self-control.”
“Do Vampires sleep?”
“Of course we do. Just… not at night. We only have a few hours of darkness. To sleep would be a waste.”
“Then I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste your time, Kurosaki. I’m not that tired anyway.”
Sighing, the Vampire cradled the Quincy’s head. “Then at least rest for a while. Until you can breathe steadily again. Until your heart stops racing.”
They both lay in the large bed together, linking their fingers and speaking in murmurs. Kurosaki asked about the world Ishida lived in, entertained by the differences between their lives. Where Ishida did almost everything alone, Kurosaki worked in a group. While Kurosaki enjoyed to spend his time in the company of his fellow Vampires, Ishida preferred to curl up at home with a book.
“It’s weird, how we’re so different,” Kurosaki murmured, lifting their hands so he could watch his thumb stroke the back of the Quincy’s hand. “And still, I could talk to you for hours on end and I doubt I would get bored.”
“Mm, I don’t think I would either, Kurosaki.”
“That reminds me…” the Vampire turned so he could look into the Quincy’s eyes. The room was dark, but Kurosaki’s eyes were well-suited to seeing through the dark. His own yellow eyes held Ishida’s blue-eyed gaze for a long moment before speaking. “You’ve given me your body, and you’re giving me your blood. And yet, you’re calling me by my family name as though we’re unfamiliar with each other.”
“You want me to call you by your given name,” Ishida guessed, his expression unreadable. The Vampire nodded once and Ishida broke eye contact to look up instead. The ceiling was too high, the room was too dark, and he hadn’t put his glasses back on, so he couldn’t find anything to focus on. He continued staring into the black, his eyes making small movements as he was silent in thought for a moment. Just as Kurosaki was about to lose his patience, Ishida spoke again. “Ichigo. Hm… Ichigo, Ichigo.”
“It doesn’t mean strawberry,” Kurosaki told him, although he doubted it was necessary to be said. “The kanji goes like…” He used his left hand to trace the characters in the air. “Ichi. Go.”
Lifting his free hand, Ishida wrote the characters in the air and nodded, mostly to himself. “Ichigo, it’s a nice name.”
“I can’t remember your given name,” the Vampire admitted. “You only said it once, and I suck at remembering names.”
“Somehow, that fails to surprise me,” Ishida replied, the corners of his lips twitching upward. He traced his own name in the air. “Uryuu.”
“Uryuu,” Kurosaki repeated. “It suits you. It sounds… kind of like the way you look.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Yeah it does,” the Vampire said. “It sounds beautiful, and you look—”
Ishida covered Kurosaki’s mouth with a hand, his blush visible even in the dark. “Shut up, Ichigo.”
He could feel Kurosaki grinning against his hand and pulled it away, sitting up.
“Ichigo, I can’t possibly be looking forward to you drinking my blood more than you are. You must have noticed by now, that my breathing is completely normal and my heart rate—”
“Is always a little high around me.”
Instead of replying, Ishida leaned over the Vampire, tilting his head back to expose his throat. The yellow eyes travelled down the creamy skin and Kurosaki growled. “You’re a fucking tease, Uryuu.”
“You’re the one who still hasn’t bitten me yet.”
Before he could stop himself, Kurosaki had pinned the Quincy to the bed. His eyes widened when his brain caught up with his actions and he made to pull away and apologise until he saw the look in Ishida’s eyes.
“You… liked that! Me pinning you down! You actually enjoyed it!”
“I like the thrill,” Ishida replied, looking up at him. “I had thought that after I was unable to leave you alone and after I’d slept with you, you would have worked that out.”
Leaning down, Kurosaki pressed his lips to Ishida’s neck. “Argh, and here I was holding myself back so I wouldn’t scare you away.”
Ishida chuckled, but his voice wavered as the Vampire licked his neck.
“Your blood’s singing to me, Uryuu,” he murmured, kissing the other’s neck again. “If you want me to stop, tell me. Or hit my shoulder. Or anything. I don’t want to go further than you’re comfortable with.”
Ishida nodded once before turning his face away to give Kurosaki better access to his neck. He shivered as he felt the Vampire’s rough fingers brush his hair aside and give his neck one more kiss.
“Beautiful,” Kurosaki breathed, biting Ishida’s neck without drawing blood, just to test his limits once before he bit harder.
Ishida made a small sound of discomfort before moaning softly. Kurosaki felt the Quincy’s cock stir once more, but couldn’t pay attention to it for long, intoxicated by the taste of Ishida’s blood. It was a hunger he’d never felt before. He was used to the normal thirst for blood that he quenched every three days. He was fairly new to the hunger for sex, which had been appeased not long ago. This was different. This was the strangest combination of the two; an urge to make Ishida moan loudly as his blood was sucked. A desire to make the Quincy enjoy it just as much as he was.
He sucked harder, still making sure he controlled himself. It was easier than he thought: Ishida moaned louder this time, his arms coming around Kurosaki and holding him closer. He pulled away, looking at Ishida. The Quincy’s eyes were half-lidded and he smiled, reaching out to touch the Vampire’s lips, wiping the blood off them. Kurosaki turned his head a little, sucking Ishida’s fingers clean.
Ishida smiled, but then frowned, making a quiet sound of discomfort.
“What’s wrong?” Kurosaki asked gently, frowning himself.
“Hurts,” Ishida whispered, his fingers going to the part of his neck where he had been bitten. The Vampire’s eyes widened as he followed the movement and Ishida noticed. “What’s with that look, Ichigo?”
“You’re still bleeding. Damn it, I didn’t think of that! I… I need to stop the bleeding.”
“Bandage it up,” Ishida said quietly. “Ugh, my head hurts.”
Kurosaki was seized with panic as he realised it probably had something to do with the blood loss. He gave the Quincy desperate look. “Stay with me Uryuu. Don’t close your eyes.”
Laughing softly, Ishida shut his eyes anyway. “I’m not going to die, Vampire.”
“No. Please, Uryuu!” Kurosaki’s eyes were wide but his instincts kicked in to tell him that he should be stopping the blood instead of panicking. He reached for the first thing in sight, which happened to be his cloak draped on the back of a chair, and tore it to strips. Tying them as tightly and carefully as he could without choking Ishida, he stood and found his pants, pulling them on and threw a shirt on before leaving his room.
The first aid kit was in a closet down the hallway. He ran to it, pulling the box out and shutting the door. He was about to return to his room when he was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.
“And what would you being doing with a first-aid kit, I wonder?”
Somehow, the Vampire could tell in spite of the fact that he hadn’t seen the speaker, and that they were in a house of Vampires, that it was Ishida’s father.
He turned around, confirming it. No one could have looked so similar to the Quincy in his bed without being related. Kurosaki’s heart sank as he realised that this meant he was in trouble.
“It’s an emergency, Ishida-san. I’ll talk to you after I’m done—”
“Attending to my son’s throat, am I correct?”
“Come on, Ryuuken. He’s in a rush. Don’t badger him now.”
This time, it was Kurosaki’s father. The younger Vampire’s eyes widened. Big trouble.
“I don’t suppose that you’ve realised that I, as a doctor, would be better suited to treating Uryuu?”
“You can’t,” Kurosaki replied nervously. “You can’t go into my room.”
“Why not?” Kurosaki’s father asked.
The younger Vampire looked at the floor, avoiding both their gazes. “He’s… he’s not wearing anything. Damn it, and he’s bleeding! If you’re going to yell at me, do it later.”
He left before either of the men could reply and he was back in his room in less than a second. He was relieved to find that the bleeding had stopped, but Ishida already looked paler than usual. Removing the blood-soaked strips of cloth, he cleaned the blood away and bandaged the slender neck properly. With a shaky sigh, he reached for the smelling salts and hoped he wouldn’t be shot.
Ishida blinked his eyes open and frowned when he saw nothing but black. “Mmm, damn it. I’m dead, aren’t I? That stupid Vampire’s going to blame himself.”
He heard a familiar laugh. “Your stupid Vampire’s right here, Uryuu.”
Blinking again, the Quincy grinned a little. “Either we got lucky, or Ryuuken’s killed you too.”
“What, you don’t think I’d kill myself? Like Romeo did?”
“That was Juliet. You’re not a Juliet.”
“No, no. First Romeo thought Juliet was dead and killed himself. That’s the part when you wake up, realise I’m dead and kill yourself too.”
Ishida chuckled softly. “I still can’t tell if we’re alive or not.”
“Alive,” Kurosaki told him. “For now, anyway. Guess who decided to drop by.”
“Oh fuck no,” Ishida covered his face with his hands. “Tell me it’s someone other than Ryuuken and I’ll be your sex slave for all eternity.”
“I’m not allowed to lie, am I?”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” the Vampire sighed. “A sex slave would’ve been nice.”
“That’s why we’re still in your room, isn’t it?” Ishida asked. “Because Ryuuken is waiting to kill us when we come out.”
“Maybe we could have some really loud sex. If we’re going to be killed anyway, might as well go out with a bang, right?”
“Terrible pun, Kurosaki.”
Chuckling, Kurosaki ran his hand through the soft, dark hair. “I try.”
“Uryuu.”
They both froze when they heard the voice. Kurosaki glanced at Ishida, who was staring at the door.
“Come out here. I believe we need to talk.”
Ishida cringed, slowly getting off the bed and putting his clothes on. Ichigo followed him, holding onto his shoulders and giving him a long kiss.
“I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more careful. Thank you for not hating me for this.”
When Ishida opened the door and walked out, Kurosaki followed him. Both of their fathers stood there, watching them. Ryuuken had a cold look in his eyes, and Isshin gave Ishida a small wave before frowning at his own son.
“I do not recall raising my son to be a complete imbecile,” Ishida senior said, his voice icy.
Scowling, Ishida matched his father’s tone as he spoke. “I do not recall my father raising me at all.”
His father looked stung for a moment before covering it up and frowning even more. “You’re being a shame to your grandfather, running around with a Vampire, of all creatures. After all that I’ve told you. After all that he’s told you, Uryuu. You choose to ignore common sense and dance in the jaws of death?”
Both Vampires looked offended by that.
“Hey, I have better self-control than that!” Kurosaki said, but was silenced with a glare.
“Fine, Ryuuken. I have one request. Undo your tie.”
The older Quincy narrowed his eyes. “I refuse.”
“And why would that be?” Ishida sneered. “Afraid of what I might find?”
The older Kurosaki stared wide-eyed. Ishida’s father narrowed his eyes.
“You weren’t brought up to be so rude.”
“Take off your tie and prove you aren’t a fucking hypocrite.”
“Manners,” Ishida senior hissed, raising a hand. His son braced himself for a blow that didn’t land. Kurosaki had pulled him back towards him with one hand.
“Bastard, don’t touch him!” he snarled, lunging at the fair-haired Quincy.
“Ichigo.” He was stopped by his father, who stood in his way with a frown. “I’m not going to allow you to attack Ishida-san. And Ryuuken… you might as well take that tie off. There’s no point in pretending if Uryuu-kun’s already figured it out.”
With a sigh, the man undid his tie and pulled it off. Giving his son a cold stare, he pulled his collar down and tilted his head back. “Is this what you wanted to see, Uryuu?”
Ishida stared at the bite marks on his father’s neck, similar to his own but clearly older, having healed more. He glanced towards Kurosaki’s father, who was looking at the floor.
The younger Vampire still had an arm around Ishida and leaned over his shoulder to look at the bite marks. “Who the hell…?”
“Your father,” Ishida told him quietly. “I’d suspected it when Ichigo told me that you allowed the Vampires to kill already-dying patients. And then when he told me that you had ranted at his father the first night I took him home with me, I was sure of it. Besides, a Quincy has few other reasons to be in this house.”
Kurosaki shook his head. “How long?”
“Years,” Ishida’s father replied. “It might be exciting, sensual… I really don’t want to know what it is for you. You might enjoy it now, but then you keep doing it and before you even realise it, you form an unshakable bond between each other. Don’t give me that look, Uryuu. I know it might sound like a good idea now, but then like any routine, it becomes something that you need to keep you sane. Something that wakes you up in the middle of the night with your blood burning, with your neck aching to be bitten into. To have your Vampire drink your blood again. And Isshin will testify that it’s equally bad for the Vampire. I didn’t have anyone to stop me, Uryuu, but I’m asking you just this once to obey me.”
Both of them were silent for a moment. Then Kurosaki looked up. “I know I probably don’t want to know the answer to this, but with you two… uh, it doesn’t stop with with drinking Ishida-san’s blood, does it?”
“Ichigo…” Ishida protested softly, looking away. The lack of a response said enough. Kurosaki’s shoulders slumped and he rested his chin on Ishida’s shoulder, looking at his father.
“So do you get that weird feeling when you drink Ishida-san’s blood too?”
His father’s eyes widened. He opened and shut his mouth a couple of times before finally finding his voice. “You too?”
Both Quincies looked confused. Kurosaki sighed, squeezing Ishida’s sides. “It’s hard to put into words. It’s something you need to feel to understand.”
“I’ve been trying to find the right words for it for so long,” the older Vampire spoke up. He looked at Ishida senior and shrugged a little. “It’s like… wanting you to feel what I feel when I drink your blood.”
“To make you enjoy it as much as I do,” Kurosaki finished. “But it’s more than that.”
“Like I’m slowly becoming addicted to you,” Ishida whispered. “…No. Like I’m already addicted. Like you’re soothing a craving I didn’t even know was there. That’s what I feel.”
Kurosaki didn’t know how to reply, and Ishida’s father let out an agitated sigh. “I didn’t come here to watch you fawn over each other. Uryuu… continue doing as you please, but don’t forget what I’ve told you. Kurosaki-kun… I’m sure you know what awaits you if you choose to hurt my son in any way.”
Ishida didn’t have time to reply before his father turned and walked away. Kurosaki’s father followed and the two sons sighed, leaning against each other.
“Addicted, huh?” the Vampire asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Doesn’t sound nearly as bad as what Ryuuken was talking about. For now, anyway.”
“Are you scared, Uryuu?”
The Quincy sighed. “Yes. But that’s never stopped me before. I’m willing to deal with this kind of addiction if you are.”
In response, Kurosaki kissed his neck. “I don’t even need to think about this one.”
“You realise that the stronger a bond becomes, the harder it is to break, don’t you?” Ishida asked. “I know it’ll eventually draw us together regardless of what we want, but…”
“You want me to want you for more than your blood?” Kurosaki guessed. “You know I already do.”
Ishida sighed, “Yes, but… this is now. I don’t want it to fade away over time, if we’re going to do this.”
Leading the Quincy back into his room, Kurosaki held him against the door and kissed him hard. “In that case, we’ll wait until we’re sure that we…”
“Won’t get sick of each other?” Ishida suggested with a small grin. “We need to be willing to hang around each other if we’re going to get ourselves into this. I do believe it would be a good idea to ensure that we can actually get along outside of your role as a Vampire and mine as your meal.”
Kurosaki furrowed his brows at that. “I don’t like hearing you refer to yourself that way. Your blood made me take notice of you, but it is by no means my favourite thing about you. Your blood isn’t what makes you Uryuu.”
“But it does drive you wild. I’m sure I could live with that.”
The Vampire smiled, pressing his lips to Ishida’s neck. “That’s not just your blood either.”
“At any rate, it means we’ll need to spend more time with each other.”
“I definitely won’t be complaining about that,” Kurosaki murmured with a grin.
*
“Mm… mmmm, Uryuu,” Kurosaki gasped, pressing his head back into the soft pillows on the Quincy’s bed. Ishida chuckled, his breath coming out as warm puffs on the pale skin as his tongue teased one of the Vampire’s nipples. Kurosaki moaned softly, his hips lifting off the bed as far as they could with the Quincy lying on top of him. “F-Fuck, Uryuu… ah! Come up here.”
With a small grin, Ishida crawled further up the other man’s body. They kissed each other hard before Ishida tilted his head up and Kurosaki ran a fang across his throat. The cut was shallow, just like the first time the Vampire had allowed himself a taste of the Quincy’s blood. His tongue caught the droplets of blood and they both let out low moans.
It had been six months since Kurosaki had first bitten Ishida, and the taste somehow seemed to improve every time. They supposed that this was the addiction that Ishida’s father had spoken of, but neither of them felt the unbearable craving for each other that they’d been warned about. Ishida believed that this had something to do with the fact that they were far less restrained about Kurosaki drinking his blood. Kurosaki hardly ever bit him hard enough to warrant a long period of neck bandages and high-necked shirts the way he had the first time, preferring a few drops here and there to keep himself in check. Knowing their fathers, they had probably gone about it the opposite way.
Ishida had a euphoric smile on his face as he collasped onto the mattress after they’d released. Kurosaki grinned back, giving the other man a long kiss before lying down beside him.
“My Vampire,” the Quincy mumbled sleepily, not resisting as Kurosaki pulled him close.
Smiling, he kissed Ishida’s forehead. This was how they were different from their fathers. They weren’t ashamed to need each other as much as they did. Their bond wasn’t something they fought and the relationship they had a result was not something they wanted to hide.
Sliding an arm around the other man’s naked waist, Kurosaki held him even closer.
“My Uryuu.”
x
Status: Complete
Author:
kiyalaBeta:
hidden_gemsWord Count: 11578
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Vampire AU, yaoi, swearing, mansex
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Second part~
*
It wasn’t until Ishida had gone into the break room at work for his fifteen-minute break that he saw Kurosaki again.
“You!” he gasped, “What are you doing in here?”
“I followed you. I would’ve said something sooner, but you looked busy out there. “I wanted to wait until I had your undivided attention.”
Ishida shook his head, but didn’t protest when the Vampire pulled him close. He sighed when he felt Kurosaki’s lips on his neck and the words came out sooner than he’d intended them to.
“I want you to drink my blood.”
Kurosaki pulled away, frowning at him. He didn’t say anything, so Ishida continued to speak.
“We both want it. I know that you can control yourself. You’re better at it than you give yourself credit for, I can tell by the way you… well, don’t act like blood lusting Vampire when I’m right in front of you with my guard down.”
“That’s because you’re much more than a simple human to me. I’m far too attached to you to just think of you in that way.”
“You won’t kill me, Kurosaki,” he murmured, kissing his way from the Vampire’s neck to his lips. “I’m confident of it.”
Kurosaki chuckled. “What is this, Ishida? Here I thought the Vampires were the ones who seduced the humans, not the other way around.”
“It isn’t seduction until I ask you to sleep with me, Vampire,” Ishida whispered against Kurosaki’s ear, his tongue teasing the other’s earlobe.
Shuddering hard, the Vampire held him tight. “Yess. I’ll give you anything you ask for if you’re going to ask like this.”
“Tonight…?” Ishida asked with a smirk.
“Mmm. Meet me at the same place we met last night. Don’t wear your Quincy clothes. I’ll show you where I live tonight.”
Holding onto the front of Kurosaki’s clothes, Ishida pulled him close. “Don’t leave just yet. I’m sure I have at least ten minutes of my break left.”
“And how would you like to spend those ten minutes, precious little Quincy?” Kurosaki asked, his hands sliding down Ishida’s sides.
“Not being caught naked in the break room for a start,” Ishida told him, taking hold of the Vampire’s hands and placing them on his shoulders.
Smirking, Kurosaki leaned towards Ishida, capturing his lips in a rough kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other and the Quincy buried his fingers in the other’s short hair, only pulling away when he felt short of breath.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Kurosaki told him, kissing down his neck and then back up again. “I can’t wait until tonight.”
“Your father won’t mind?”
The Vampire grinned. “Looks like he’s given up on stopping me. Like yours.”
Their lips met again, their tongues rubbing against each other. Ishida did his best not to groan and buried his face against Kurosaki’s neck. The Vampire seemed to understand, loosening his grip on the Quincy before sitting in a chair and pulling the other into his lap.
“Mmm,” Kurosaki sighed, resting his chin on Ishida’s shoulder and shutting his eyes. “Tell me, Ishida. Do you trust me?”
The Quincy sighed, leaning back into the other’s arms. “I… know I probably shouldn’t.”
“But you do. Silly Quincy.”
“Says the Vampire who became too attached to his food,” Ishida replied, looking over his shoulder.
“You wouldn’t have been my food unless you’d tempted me,” Kurosaki told him. “You already know how I feed.”
“I know,” the Quincy murmured, kissing him as best as he could. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m meant to be your prey, not your…”
“Lover?” Kurosaki suggested, smiling as he saw Ishida’s cheeks turn a little red. He turned the Quincy’s wrist to glance at the time. “I’d better let go of you, Quincy. Until tonight, when you’ll belong to me alone.”
They stood and the Vampire gave him one last, long kiss before stepping away. Ishida watched as Kurosaki seemed to fade into the shadows, waiting until he was gone before turning and leaving the break room.
Kurosaki was already waiting for him by the time he got the usual park bench. Their eyes met and he walked towards Ishida, pulling him close for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Ishida glanced at the Vampire’s clothing. He wasn’t wearing the usual robes, instead wearing normal clothes: dark jeans with a long, fur-lined jacket over a collared shirt.
“Shall we?” the Vampire asked, taking his hand. Ishida didn’t flinch and Kurosaki tightened his grip on the slender hand as they walked.
“Will your father come after you when you wander into Vampire territory?” he asked casually, glancing at the Quincy. “I am taking you to a house filled with Vampires… and they’d be more willing to suck you dry than I am. I do believe you can take care of yourself, and if things get bad, I’ll be there. I just… want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
The corners of the Quincy’s lips twitched upwards. “I want to see the looks on their faces when you lead a Quincy to your bedroom.”
Kurosaki chuckled and shook his head. “Danger means nothing to you, does it?”
“You said it yourself, Kurosaki. I can take care of myself.”
The house the Vampire led him to was much more of a mansion. Ishida stared at it as they walked up to the door. “…You live here?”
“With a bunch of Vampires,” Kurosaki replied. He stopped and looked at Ishida. “Are… you okay with this? We can turn back if you’d like.”
“It’s fine.”
With a nod, Kurosaki pushed the door open and led the way inside. It was dark and Ishida unconsciously stood closer to the Vampire.
“If we’re lucky, we won’t run into anyone,” he heard the other murmur somewhere near his ear. “Just up those stairs over there and down a hallway.”
They walked undisturbed until the hallway. Kurosaki’s door was in sight when they heard a voice call out.
“What this, Ichigo? Take-away?”
Kurosaki’s grip on Ishida’s hand tightened and he pulled the Quincy to him as he turned. “Mind your own business.”
The other vampire had crimson hair tied up in a spiky ponytail. His eyes travelled down to their hands and he grinned. “Lulling the pretty boy into a false sense of security, eh? Waiting for him to drop his guard for you before you pounce?”
“Renji,” Kurosaki growled. “Fuck off, you know we’re not allowed to kill people for the hell of it.”
“But he looks good,” the Vampire named Renji murmured with a grin. Ishida frowned, his Quincy pentacle glowing, ready to summon his bow. Renji noticed and raised an eyebrow, “A Quincy, Ichigo?”
“Mind your own business,” Kurosaki repeated, pulling Ishida towards his room.
“Should I tell your dad you’ve got a guest over?” Renji called out after him.
Kurosaki stiffened for a moment before taking a breath and replying without looking over his shoulder. “Tell him whatever you want.”
He shut his room door once he and Ishida were inside and then locked it. He turned to Ishida and sighed when he saw the wide-eyed look he was being given.
“I’ll get some light into the room. You’re not used to the dark like I am,” he muttered and walked over to the window, pushing the heavy black curtains out of the way. It was a full moon night, the light bright enough to give the room a gentle glow. He stood at the window and sighed, waiting for Ishida to say something. He was surprised when he felt the Quincy’s arms around him.
“Are you going to stand there all night, Kurosaki?” Ishida murmured, kissing the Vampire’s neck and gently biting it.
The Vampire smirked. “Here I thought I was the one who had to do that to you.”
Ishida bit him harder, pulling away to look at the bite marks he’d left and ran his tongue over them. Kurosaki groaned softly.
“I think you understand a bit of why I enjoy it when you bite me,” the Quincy whispered, his hands travelling down to the front of the Vampire’s jeans. He palmed Kurosaki’s cock through the thick denim and laughed softly. “So tell me. How much longer are you planning to stand here for, when there’s this comfortable-looking bed in the middle of the room and I’m right here waiting for you to do what you will with me?”
Kurosaki turned and frowned. “But what Renji said—”
“Doesn’t bother me.”
“You do trust me,” he said incredulously. He held the sides of Ishida’s face and shook his head. “What the hell do you know about me, Ishida?”
“That I can kill you the moment you threaten me,” the Quincy replied quietly. “Not that I will need to.”
It was enough for the Vampire. He pushed Ishida down onto the soft bed and crawled onto him. Their lips met in a rough kiss and Kurosaki wasted no time undoing Ishida’s jacket and pants. Unwilling to give the Vampire full control, Ishida reached for his clothes, undoing them as well. His hands stopped once he’d pulled Kurosaki’s shirt off, staring at all of the scars on his torso.
“I get in fights a lot,” the Vampire murmured by the way of an explanation. “Nothing to be worried about.”
Ishida ran his fingers over one in the middle of the pale chest. “This one must have hurt.”
“Yeah, it did,” Kurosaki replied as though it were a simple matter of fact. “But that’s okay. I’ve had worse, and I’ve given worse.”
There was a look of confusion in the Quincy’s eyes and he sighed. “My mother was killed by a Hollow. Obviously, if the Vampires attack Hollows, the Hollows will attack back. There was this one Hollow that got her when I was just a kid… it was going for me, but…”
“Clearly, your mother thought you were worth dying for,” Ishida said quietly. “My own mother gave her life for me.”
“Well. That isn’t so surprising,” Kurosaki said, giving the other man an affectionate smile.
Doing his best to hide the blush that threatened to creep across his face, Ishida pulled Kurosaki down into a kiss. Pinning him down to the mattress, the Vampire grinned. “What should I do first, Quincy?”
“Hm, well we’re almost naked anyway…”
The Vampire chuckled, kneeling so he could pull his pants down. Ishida reached out, stroking his cock gently. He felt it grow in his hand and grinned up at Kurosaki, kneeling as well. They kissed and the Quincy pushed the Vampire down onto his back, crawling onto him. He took his glasses off and Kurosaki took them, reaching to the table beside the bed and carefully putting them down. Ishida smiled, taking one of the Vampire’s hands in his when Kurosaki settled back on the bed properly.
“Your fingers…” he murmured, running his own fingers over the back of Kurosaki’s hand. “Your long, wonderful fingers…”
“Heh, you want them inside you, Ishida? Stretching you slowly so I can fuck you ‘til you’re screaming for me?”
The Quincy shuddered in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at Kurosaki beneath him. The Vampire smirked, reaching up to stroke Ishida’s lips. Kissing them before he began to suck on them, Ishida didn’t look away from the other man once until Kurosaki slowly moved his fingers away.
“Mmm…” Ishida bit his lip as he felt Kurosaki’s fingers gently pushing their way in. He panted quietly, holding onto the other man’s shoulders. “Ah, a little further—mm right there—ahhh yess, there.”
The Vampire could feel his mouth watering as he watched Ishida’s expression and growled, kissing him hard. “Oh fuck, Ishida. You’re driving me crazy.”
“It’s mutual,” Ishida panted, placing his hands on Kurosaki’s chest to steady himself. He pushed Kurosaki’s hand away and crawled onto him. The Vampire frowned, about to ask what he was doing before Ishida reached down and took hold of Kurosaki’s cock with one hand, steadying himself with the other. Making a surprised sound when he realised what the Quincy was doing, Kurosaki held his cock in place for him, guiding him with a hand on his hip.
“Mmm,” Ishida murmured as he lowered himself onto the Vampire’s erection. He did his best to keep the discomfort from showing on his face, his hands spreading on Kurosaki’s chest to support himself. The Vampire watched him carefully, experimentally stroking Ishida’s cock. “Ahh! Oh yess.”
Kurosaki took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, his head falling back against his pillows. He felt himself slide even deeper into the Quincy and bit his lip hard when he was all the way in. “So tight, Ishida. Feels….so…good.”
They panted together as they moved, grunting quietly with every thrust. Kurosaki had intended to be gentle, but Ishida had quickly found his limits and had started to push them. He rode the other man hard, moaning quietly for him. The Vampire had a tight grip on Ishida’s sides in an attempt to control his movements, but it wasn’t working.
Kurosaki was already feeling himself give way to the pleasure that threatened to take over him, but then Ishida cried out and started riding him even harder. “Mmm, yes yes yesyesyes…!”
With a loud moan, Kurosaki threw his head back and came before he could even give warning. With Ishida’s muscles tightening around his cock, he could do little else other than scream Ishida’s name and release. Ishida gasped at the feeling of the other man releasing inside him before shuddering in pleasure and coming as well. He panted quietly, still leaning over Kurosaki. The Vampire gently pulled away from Ishida before pulling him down to lie in the large bed with him.
“I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but you’ve got this glazed look in your eyes that says enough.”
Ishida smiled, closing his eyes as he felt the Vampire’s lips on his.
“I think we should rest for a while,” Kurosaki whispered against his lips.
“And then you’ll drink my blood?”
The Vampire sighed. “Yes. I don’t know why you’re looking forward to it so much.”
The Quincy grinned. “I want to see your expression once you’ve finished drinking. I want your eyes to tell me how much you like it.”
“You are such a cruel person,” Kurosaki groaned. He buried his face in Ishida’s dark hair. “How am I meant to have any kind of self-control when you seduce me like this?”
“You’re hardly one to talk, driving me so wild I can barely hold onto any kind of rational thought.”
Grinning, Kurosaki pulled back so he could look at Ishida properly. Stroking his face, he placed a brief kiss against the other’s lips before lying down and pulling him close. “You look tired. If you don’t sleep now, you’ll either end up passing out when I bite you, or you’ll tempt me to jump you again.”
“I wouldn’t mind the second one,” Ishida murmured, even as he shut his eyes and rested his head under Kurosaki’s chin.
“I know,” the Vampire said, stroking the dark hair and staring into the darkness of his room. “But it’d be nice to at least pretend I have some kind of self-control.”
“Do Vampires sleep?”
“Of course we do. Just… not at night. We only have a few hours of darkness. To sleep would be a waste.”
“Then I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste your time, Kurosaki. I’m not that tired anyway.”
Sighing, the Vampire cradled the Quincy’s head. “Then at least rest for a while. Until you can breathe steadily again. Until your heart stops racing.”
They both lay in the large bed together, linking their fingers and speaking in murmurs. Kurosaki asked about the world Ishida lived in, entertained by the differences between their lives. Where Ishida did almost everything alone, Kurosaki worked in a group. While Kurosaki enjoyed to spend his time in the company of his fellow Vampires, Ishida preferred to curl up at home with a book.
“It’s weird, how we’re so different,” Kurosaki murmured, lifting their hands so he could watch his thumb stroke the back of the Quincy’s hand. “And still, I could talk to you for hours on end and I doubt I would get bored.”
“Mm, I don’t think I would either, Kurosaki.”
“That reminds me…” the Vampire turned so he could look into the Quincy’s eyes. The room was dark, but Kurosaki’s eyes were well-suited to seeing through the dark. His own yellow eyes held Ishida’s blue-eyed gaze for a long moment before speaking. “You’ve given me your body, and you’re giving me your blood. And yet, you’re calling me by my family name as though we’re unfamiliar with each other.”
“You want me to call you by your given name,” Ishida guessed, his expression unreadable. The Vampire nodded once and Ishida broke eye contact to look up instead. The ceiling was too high, the room was too dark, and he hadn’t put his glasses back on, so he couldn’t find anything to focus on. He continued staring into the black, his eyes making small movements as he was silent in thought for a moment. Just as Kurosaki was about to lose his patience, Ishida spoke again. “Ichigo. Hm… Ichigo, Ichigo.”
“It doesn’t mean strawberry,” Kurosaki told him, although he doubted it was necessary to be said. “The kanji goes like…” He used his left hand to trace the characters in the air. “Ichi. Go.”
Lifting his free hand, Ishida wrote the characters in the air and nodded, mostly to himself. “Ichigo, it’s a nice name.”
“I can’t remember your given name,” the Vampire admitted. “You only said it once, and I suck at remembering names.”
“Somehow, that fails to surprise me,” Ishida replied, the corners of his lips twitching upward. He traced his own name in the air. “Uryuu.”
“Uryuu,” Kurosaki repeated. “It suits you. It sounds… kind of like the way you look.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Yeah it does,” the Vampire said. “It sounds beautiful, and you look—”
Ishida covered Kurosaki’s mouth with a hand, his blush visible even in the dark. “Shut up, Ichigo.”
He could feel Kurosaki grinning against his hand and pulled it away, sitting up.
“Ichigo, I can’t possibly be looking forward to you drinking my blood more than you are. You must have noticed by now, that my breathing is completely normal and my heart rate—”
“Is always a little high around me.”
Instead of replying, Ishida leaned over the Vampire, tilting his head back to expose his throat. The yellow eyes travelled down the creamy skin and Kurosaki growled. “You’re a fucking tease, Uryuu.”
“You’re the one who still hasn’t bitten me yet.”
Before he could stop himself, Kurosaki had pinned the Quincy to the bed. His eyes widened when his brain caught up with his actions and he made to pull away and apologise until he saw the look in Ishida’s eyes.
“You… liked that! Me pinning you down! You actually enjoyed it!”
“I like the thrill,” Ishida replied, looking up at him. “I had thought that after I was unable to leave you alone and after I’d slept with you, you would have worked that out.”
Leaning down, Kurosaki pressed his lips to Ishida’s neck. “Argh, and here I was holding myself back so I wouldn’t scare you away.”
Ishida chuckled, but his voice wavered as the Vampire licked his neck.
“Your blood’s singing to me, Uryuu,” he murmured, kissing the other’s neck again. “If you want me to stop, tell me. Or hit my shoulder. Or anything. I don’t want to go further than you’re comfortable with.”
Ishida nodded once before turning his face away to give Kurosaki better access to his neck. He shivered as he felt the Vampire’s rough fingers brush his hair aside and give his neck one more kiss.
“Beautiful,” Kurosaki breathed, biting Ishida’s neck without drawing blood, just to test his limits once before he bit harder.
Ishida made a small sound of discomfort before moaning softly. Kurosaki felt the Quincy’s cock stir once more, but couldn’t pay attention to it for long, intoxicated by the taste of Ishida’s blood. It was a hunger he’d never felt before. He was used to the normal thirst for blood that he quenched every three days. He was fairly new to the hunger for sex, which had been appeased not long ago. This was different. This was the strangest combination of the two; an urge to make Ishida moan loudly as his blood was sucked. A desire to make the Quincy enjoy it just as much as he was.
He sucked harder, still making sure he controlled himself. It was easier than he thought: Ishida moaned louder this time, his arms coming around Kurosaki and holding him closer. He pulled away, looking at Ishida. The Quincy’s eyes were half-lidded and he smiled, reaching out to touch the Vampire’s lips, wiping the blood off them. Kurosaki turned his head a little, sucking Ishida’s fingers clean.
Ishida smiled, but then frowned, making a quiet sound of discomfort.
“What’s wrong?” Kurosaki asked gently, frowning himself.
“Hurts,” Ishida whispered, his fingers going to the part of his neck where he had been bitten. The Vampire’s eyes widened as he followed the movement and Ishida noticed. “What’s with that look, Ichigo?”
“You’re still bleeding. Damn it, I didn’t think of that! I… I need to stop the bleeding.”
“Bandage it up,” Ishida said quietly. “Ugh, my head hurts.”
Kurosaki was seized with panic as he realised it probably had something to do with the blood loss. He gave the Quincy desperate look. “Stay with me Uryuu. Don’t close your eyes.”
Laughing softly, Ishida shut his eyes anyway. “I’m not going to die, Vampire.”
“No. Please, Uryuu!” Kurosaki’s eyes were wide but his instincts kicked in to tell him that he should be stopping the blood instead of panicking. He reached for the first thing in sight, which happened to be his cloak draped on the back of a chair, and tore it to strips. Tying them as tightly and carefully as he could without choking Ishida, he stood and found his pants, pulling them on and threw a shirt on before leaving his room.
The first aid kit was in a closet down the hallway. He ran to it, pulling the box out and shutting the door. He was about to return to his room when he was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.
“And what would you being doing with a first-aid kit, I wonder?”
Somehow, the Vampire could tell in spite of the fact that he hadn’t seen the speaker, and that they were in a house of Vampires, that it was Ishida’s father.
He turned around, confirming it. No one could have looked so similar to the Quincy in his bed without being related. Kurosaki’s heart sank as he realised that this meant he was in trouble.
“It’s an emergency, Ishida-san. I’ll talk to you after I’m done—”
“Attending to my son’s throat, am I correct?”
“Come on, Ryuuken. He’s in a rush. Don’t badger him now.”
This time, it was Kurosaki’s father. The younger Vampire’s eyes widened. Big trouble.
“I don’t suppose that you’ve realised that I, as a doctor, would be better suited to treating Uryuu?”
“You can’t,” Kurosaki replied nervously. “You can’t go into my room.”
“Why not?” Kurosaki’s father asked.
The younger Vampire looked at the floor, avoiding both their gazes. “He’s… he’s not wearing anything. Damn it, and he’s bleeding! If you’re going to yell at me, do it later.”
He left before either of the men could reply and he was back in his room in less than a second. He was relieved to find that the bleeding had stopped, but Ishida already looked paler than usual. Removing the blood-soaked strips of cloth, he cleaned the blood away and bandaged the slender neck properly. With a shaky sigh, he reached for the smelling salts and hoped he wouldn’t be shot.
Ishida blinked his eyes open and frowned when he saw nothing but black. “Mmm, damn it. I’m dead, aren’t I? That stupid Vampire’s going to blame himself.”
He heard a familiar laugh. “Your stupid Vampire’s right here, Uryuu.”
Blinking again, the Quincy grinned a little. “Either we got lucky, or Ryuuken’s killed you too.”
“What, you don’t think I’d kill myself? Like Romeo did?”
“That was Juliet. You’re not a Juliet.”
“No, no. First Romeo thought Juliet was dead and killed himself. That’s the part when you wake up, realise I’m dead and kill yourself too.”
Ishida chuckled softly. “I still can’t tell if we’re alive or not.”
“Alive,” Kurosaki told him. “For now, anyway. Guess who decided to drop by.”
“Oh fuck no,” Ishida covered his face with his hands. “Tell me it’s someone other than Ryuuken and I’ll be your sex slave for all eternity.”
“I’m not allowed to lie, am I?”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” the Vampire sighed. “A sex slave would’ve been nice.”
“That’s why we’re still in your room, isn’t it?” Ishida asked. “Because Ryuuken is waiting to kill us when we come out.”
“Maybe we could have some really loud sex. If we’re going to be killed anyway, might as well go out with a bang, right?”
“Terrible pun, Kurosaki.”
Chuckling, Kurosaki ran his hand through the soft, dark hair. “I try.”
“Uryuu.”
They both froze when they heard the voice. Kurosaki glanced at Ishida, who was staring at the door.
“Come out here. I believe we need to talk.”
Ishida cringed, slowly getting off the bed and putting his clothes on. Ichigo followed him, holding onto his shoulders and giving him a long kiss.
“I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more careful. Thank you for not hating me for this.”
When Ishida opened the door and walked out, Kurosaki followed him. Both of their fathers stood there, watching them. Ryuuken had a cold look in his eyes, and Isshin gave Ishida a small wave before frowning at his own son.
“I do not recall raising my son to be a complete imbecile,” Ishida senior said, his voice icy.
Scowling, Ishida matched his father’s tone as he spoke. “I do not recall my father raising me at all.”
His father looked stung for a moment before covering it up and frowning even more. “You’re being a shame to your grandfather, running around with a Vampire, of all creatures. After all that I’ve told you. After all that he’s told you, Uryuu. You choose to ignore common sense and dance in the jaws of death?”
Both Vampires looked offended by that.
“Hey, I have better self-control than that!” Kurosaki said, but was silenced with a glare.
“Fine, Ryuuken. I have one request. Undo your tie.”
The older Quincy narrowed his eyes. “I refuse.”
“And why would that be?” Ishida sneered. “Afraid of what I might find?”
The older Kurosaki stared wide-eyed. Ishida’s father narrowed his eyes.
“You weren’t brought up to be so rude.”
“Take off your tie and prove you aren’t a fucking hypocrite.”
“Manners,” Ishida senior hissed, raising a hand. His son braced himself for a blow that didn’t land. Kurosaki had pulled him back towards him with one hand.
“Bastard, don’t touch him!” he snarled, lunging at the fair-haired Quincy.
“Ichigo.” He was stopped by his father, who stood in his way with a frown. “I’m not going to allow you to attack Ishida-san. And Ryuuken… you might as well take that tie off. There’s no point in pretending if Uryuu-kun’s already figured it out.”
With a sigh, the man undid his tie and pulled it off. Giving his son a cold stare, he pulled his collar down and tilted his head back. “Is this what you wanted to see, Uryuu?”
Ishida stared at the bite marks on his father’s neck, similar to his own but clearly older, having healed more. He glanced towards Kurosaki’s father, who was looking at the floor.
The younger Vampire still had an arm around Ishida and leaned over his shoulder to look at the bite marks. “Who the hell…?”
“Your father,” Ishida told him quietly. “I’d suspected it when Ichigo told me that you allowed the Vampires to kill already-dying patients. And then when he told me that you had ranted at his father the first night I took him home with me, I was sure of it. Besides, a Quincy has few other reasons to be in this house.”
Kurosaki shook his head. “How long?”
“Years,” Ishida’s father replied. “It might be exciting, sensual… I really don’t want to know what it is for you. You might enjoy it now, but then you keep doing it and before you even realise it, you form an unshakable bond between each other. Don’t give me that look, Uryuu. I know it might sound like a good idea now, but then like any routine, it becomes something that you need to keep you sane. Something that wakes you up in the middle of the night with your blood burning, with your neck aching to be bitten into. To have your Vampire drink your blood again. And Isshin will testify that it’s equally bad for the Vampire. I didn’t have anyone to stop me, Uryuu, but I’m asking you just this once to obey me.”
Both of them were silent for a moment. Then Kurosaki looked up. “I know I probably don’t want to know the answer to this, but with you two… uh, it doesn’t stop with with drinking Ishida-san’s blood, does it?”
“Ichigo…” Ishida protested softly, looking away. The lack of a response said enough. Kurosaki’s shoulders slumped and he rested his chin on Ishida’s shoulder, looking at his father.
“So do you get that weird feeling when you drink Ishida-san’s blood too?”
His father’s eyes widened. He opened and shut his mouth a couple of times before finally finding his voice. “You too?”
Both Quincies looked confused. Kurosaki sighed, squeezing Ishida’s sides. “It’s hard to put into words. It’s something you need to feel to understand.”
“I’ve been trying to find the right words for it for so long,” the older Vampire spoke up. He looked at Ishida senior and shrugged a little. “It’s like… wanting you to feel what I feel when I drink your blood.”
“To make you enjoy it as much as I do,” Kurosaki finished. “But it’s more than that.”
“Like I’m slowly becoming addicted to you,” Ishida whispered. “…No. Like I’m already addicted. Like you’re soothing a craving I didn’t even know was there. That’s what I feel.”
Kurosaki didn’t know how to reply, and Ishida’s father let out an agitated sigh. “I didn’t come here to watch you fawn over each other. Uryuu… continue doing as you please, but don’t forget what I’ve told you. Kurosaki-kun… I’m sure you know what awaits you if you choose to hurt my son in any way.”
Ishida didn’t have time to reply before his father turned and walked away. Kurosaki’s father followed and the two sons sighed, leaning against each other.
“Addicted, huh?” the Vampire asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Doesn’t sound nearly as bad as what Ryuuken was talking about. For now, anyway.”
“Are you scared, Uryuu?”
The Quincy sighed. “Yes. But that’s never stopped me before. I’m willing to deal with this kind of addiction if you are.”
In response, Kurosaki kissed his neck. “I don’t even need to think about this one.”
“You realise that the stronger a bond becomes, the harder it is to break, don’t you?” Ishida asked. “I know it’ll eventually draw us together regardless of what we want, but…”
“You want me to want you for more than your blood?” Kurosaki guessed. “You know I already do.”
Ishida sighed, “Yes, but… this is now. I don’t want it to fade away over time, if we’re going to do this.”
Leading the Quincy back into his room, Kurosaki held him against the door and kissed him hard. “In that case, we’ll wait until we’re sure that we…”
“Won’t get sick of each other?” Ishida suggested with a small grin. “We need to be willing to hang around each other if we’re going to get ourselves into this. I do believe it would be a good idea to ensure that we can actually get along outside of your role as a Vampire and mine as your meal.”
Kurosaki furrowed his brows at that. “I don’t like hearing you refer to yourself that way. Your blood made me take notice of you, but it is by no means my favourite thing about you. Your blood isn’t what makes you Uryuu.”
“But it does drive you wild. I’m sure I could live with that.”
The Vampire smiled, pressing his lips to Ishida’s neck. “That’s not just your blood either.”
“At any rate, it means we’ll need to spend more time with each other.”
“I definitely won’t be complaining about that,” Kurosaki murmured with a grin.
“Mm… mmmm, Uryuu,” Kurosaki gasped, pressing his head back into the soft pillows on the Quincy’s bed. Ishida chuckled, his breath coming out as warm puffs on the pale skin as his tongue teased one of the Vampire’s nipples. Kurosaki moaned softly, his hips lifting off the bed as far as they could with the Quincy lying on top of him. “F-Fuck, Uryuu… ah! Come up here.”
With a small grin, Ishida crawled further up the other man’s body. They kissed each other hard before Ishida tilted his head up and Kurosaki ran a fang across his throat. The cut was shallow, just like the first time the Vampire had allowed himself a taste of the Quincy’s blood. His tongue caught the droplets of blood and they both let out low moans.
It had been six months since Kurosaki had first bitten Ishida, and the taste somehow seemed to improve every time. They supposed that this was the addiction that Ishida’s father had spoken of, but neither of them felt the unbearable craving for each other that they’d been warned about. Ishida believed that this had something to do with the fact that they were far less restrained about Kurosaki drinking his blood. Kurosaki hardly ever bit him hard enough to warrant a long period of neck bandages and high-necked shirts the way he had the first time, preferring a few drops here and there to keep himself in check. Knowing their fathers, they had probably gone about it the opposite way.
Ishida had a euphoric smile on his face as he collasped onto the mattress after they’d released. Kurosaki grinned back, giving the other man a long kiss before lying down beside him.
“My Vampire,” the Quincy mumbled sleepily, not resisting as Kurosaki pulled him close.
Smiling, he kissed Ishida’s forehead. This was how they were different from their fathers. They weren’t ashamed to need each other as much as they did. Their bond wasn’t something they fought and the relationship they had a result was not something they wanted to hide.
Sliding an arm around the other man’s naked waist, Kurosaki held him even closer.
“My Uryuu.”