[fic] Falling Sideways

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Title: Falling Sideways
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1681
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hollow!Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu (/ Kurosaki Ichigo)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hollow!Ichigo gets his own warning, right? Also, sex happens!
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "unusual/extreme positions"

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When Uryuu opens his eyes, the first thing he feels is very lost. He is standing, he doesn’t know where but more importantly, he doesn’t understand how he can be standing.

He’s on the side of a building.

The second thing he feels is confusion. Not only because he should be falling to his doom into the water he can see below him, no, right in front of him. But because he’s standing opposite to Kurosaki Ichigo.

Two of them.

One looks confused, like him. The other is grinning. One is the Kurosaki Ichigo he knows: loud, orange hair and that permanent crease between his eyebrows. The other looks the way Ichigo would if somebody had taken a photo of him and desaturated it. And made him about ten times more insane.

Ichigo – the real Ichigo, with the bright hair and scowl – opens his mouth, trying to say several things at once.

“How did you—
Why is he—
Send him back. Now.”

The other Ichigo laughs. No, cackles. It’s a harsh sound that makes Uryuu cringe. If he’d ever thought Ichigo’s voice grated on his nerves, he doesn’t even know how to begin describing how uncomfortable this sound makes him feel.

“Quit your pussy whining, King, and enjoy the ride.” He pushes the real Ichigo to the floor and licks his lips. “And by that, I mean enjoy watching.”

“Bastard—” Ichigo tries to sit up but the pale one forces him back down, a foot forcing his head to the ground.

“Careful, your Highness. Remember what I said about horses crushing skulls?”

“Ishida, run for i…t…” Ichigo’s warning is cut off when the foot moves from the side of his head to his throat.

“Stop that,” Uryuu says, not liking how pleading his own voice sounds to his ears. “Leave him alone—who the hell are you?”

The pale, insane Ichigo turns his bright yellow gaze to Uryuu. He licks his lips again and it disturbs the Quincy to see that the tongue is blue. It disturbs him even more to see that both versions of Ichigo are in Shinigami robes, while he is in his casual clothes – comfortable black trousers and a zip-up shirt. He doesn’t have his Quincy pentacle with him.

“You don’t remember me, pretty Quincy?” he moves closer, gripping Uryuu’s wrist – his uncomfortably bare, right wrist – and holds it tight enough that it doesn’t move when Uryuu reflexively flinches away.

His eyes widen, showing that he does remember. Things like this, he can’t forget.

“Hollow.”

“You do remember me,” the Hollow grins unnaturally wide and yanks Uryuu closer. His other hand unzips Uryuu’s shirt in one fluid movement and a pale, cold hand splays against his warm stomach. “You could never forget how I feel, right?”

Uryuu shivers. Though the Hollow’s hands are cold, his breath is warm against Uryuu’s ear and his fingers tease the unmarked skin that had once been torn apart by the sword lying on the ground just behind the Hollow. These things combined make Uryuu feel uncomfortable and then the discomfort changes to sheer terror as he recognises the familiar sensation of his heart beating faster, his breath coming shorter and his blood rerouting to—

“Yesssss,” the Hollow hisses into his ear, hand on his stomach slipping lower, groping, encouraging the very thing Uryuu is trying to resist.

“No,” Uryuu gasps, to no avail when he feels the Hollow’s fingers slipping into his pants, curling around his growing erection and stroking it. His head spins, overcome by the mixed sensations of the hand on his cock, the reiatsu that flows into him with every touch, and the memories of pain and the adrenaline rush that comes with them.

“I knew it,” there’s a triumphant note in the Hollow’s voice, “I knew you were a masochist. There’d be no other way you would ever be drawn to Whiny Bitch back there.”

Uryuu looks beyond the Hollow, to where Ichigo sits and watches him. There’s concern written all over his face, but Uryuu notices with bitterness that he makes no move to stop the Hollow from… from—

“Oh,” the sound of pleasure leaves his mouth before he can stop himself. The Hollow grinds against him, erection against erection, warm breath against Uryuu’s neck. As much as he wants to convince himself that it doesn’t feel as good as it does, his arms wind around the Hollow and his hips rock in return.

“Ishida…” Ichigo protests and Uryuu glances at him before the Hollow forces his face back towards his own, kissing him hard.

“Ignore him,” he whispers, laughter in his voice, “He’s just jealous he’s not where I am.”

“Shut up!” Ichigo yells and the Hollow just laughs even more, kissing Uryuu again, nibbling on his lips.

“I could fuck you right here, my pretty Quincy,” he murmurs against Uryuu’s lips, “Or we could do something a little more fun.”

Before Uryuu can ask what that means, he’s being stripped naked, the Hollow undressing as well before he finds himself in the air, far above the sideways buildings with nothing more than two pale arms to support him.

“What the…?” he kicks his legs out, instinctively trying to employ Hirenkyaku to keep himself upright. It doesn’t work.

The Hollow cackles. “Nothing works here, Quincy. You’re mine. Completely mine. I could as easily fuck you as I could let you fall and watch you go splat.”

“Not true.” This time it’s Ichigo, hovering nearby and resolutely looking away from Uryuu’s naked body. The Quincy can see the stress in his eyes and can hear it in his voice when he speaks. “Keep him safe or I’m fighting you for him. You left your goddamn sword down on the ground back there.”

The Hollow groans. “You think that makes a difference? How stupid are you, King?”

Ichigo takes a step back. Clearly, his abilities are tied to the Hollow’s and he stands in mid-air with a stability that Uryuu envies in his current position. “Just… keep him safe.”

“Relax, King,” the Hollow replies, licking Uryuu’s cheek. “I’m good to my toys.”

With that, he yanks Uryuu further up, until he has his legs wrapped around the Hollow’s waist and his fingers are digging into the pale shoulders in an effort not to fall.

“Gentle!” Ichigo barks.

“Shut the fuck up,” the Hollow replies, sounding bored. He pushes his fingers into Uryuu’s mouth until they are sucked on. With little ceremony or gentleness, he pushes them into Uryuu’s entrance.

Uryuu hisses in pain and Ichigo tenses, Zangetsu in his tight grip.

“Relax King. I said I’d keep him safe, I never said I wouldn’t hurt him.” The Hollow grinned his wide grin. “Besides, he probably likes it.”

Ichigo growls, trying to ignore his own arousal as he watches Uryuu gasp and slowly buck against the fingers, taking them deeper. He turns away, swearing in a low voice.

“You like that?” the Hollow pulls his fingers out, replacing them with his cock and relishing the cry this earns him.

“Slow down,” Ichigo snarls. “You’re hurting him.”

“Shut up, Kurosaki,” Uryuu says and it’s a slap in the face to be told so, in that shaky voice. Ichigo falls silent, watching as his friend wraps his arms around his Hollow’s neck, thrusts back and says, “More.”

Only too happy to oblige, the Hollow fucks him harder, sliding deeper until he hits Uryuu’s prostate. The Quincy screams, his entire body going limp for a moment. It’s long enough for his hands to lose their grip and he finds himself falling backwards.

In a flash, Ichigo is behind him, hands on his shoulders, holding him up. His chin nearly rests on Uryuu’s shoulder, his mouth against the other’s ear. “Sorry. I’m just trying to stop you from falling.”

“Kurosaki,” Uryuu breathes, his heart still pounding from the moment of utter panic. Ichigo hesitates, never having heard Uryuu say his name with such relief. One of the Quincy’s hands comes around his head, holding him close. The other snakes its way down the front of Ichigo’s clothes.

“Ishida, don’t,” he whispers, half-heartedly.

“Why not?” Uryuu asks, fingertips brushing against the clothed erection. “You’re hard, aren’t you? For me? Or for him?”

Ichigo growls, feeling trapped. Instead of replying, he turns his attention to his Hollow and yells, “Touch him, dumb ass!”

Uryuu, about to complain about changing the subject, moans as his cock is pumped mercilessly. His hand finds its way into Ichigo’s clothing, finding his cock hard and dripping. Ichigo’s breath hitches as Uryuu begins to stroke it, but doesn’t tell him to stop.

The three of them pant as they edge to climax and Uryuu comes first, arching between both versions of Ichigo, his legs wrapped tightly around the Hollow, his head on Ichigo’s shoulder. Both the Hollow and the real Ichigo release at the same time, the exertion robbing them of their remaining strength. The three bodies, still intertwined, fall downwards, to the unchanging buildings beneath.

Kurosaki Ichigo wakes with a start at the sensation of falling. He’s in his bed and he sits up with a groan, pulling his sheets away to confirm what he feels: that he’s made an utter mess of his pyjama pants. He scowls at himself, wondering if it’s a dream. He can still feel Ishida Uryuu’s hand on his cock, but he’s never had a poor imagination. Shaking his head, he checks the time and groans when he sees that it’s stupidly early in the morning before starting to clean himself up.

Several blocks away, Ishida Uryuu lies in bed, eyes wide and having woken in a similar fashion, from the most vivid dream he has ever had. The lingering warmth of his release quickly fades as he thinks of Ichigo – thinks every single thought about the redhead that he’d never allowed himself to think before.

Somewhere, in the depths of Ichigo’s inner world, the Hollow chuckles to himself and fades away into the background to wait until the next time he has to give a little push.


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