[fic] Beyond Midnight
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shannys_cornerTitle: Beyond Midnight
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kiyala
Word Count: 760
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hollow!Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hollow!Ichigo, characters being molested in their sleep
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "sleepy/unconscious"
It’s well past midnight and the moon is nice and bright in the sky. Not that anybody notices, because they’re all fast asleep by now.
Idiots.
The sky is mine, but it’s gotten boring already. Especially when I know there are far more interesting things to be doing at a time like this.
The Quincy’s address is memorised to the point where I don’t even need to think about it. King’s tried to keep himself from remembering it from the second he found out – which means that it went right to me.
The opposite. They call me a Hollow but it’s funny how full I am with things King is, but doesn’t want to be.
Like the figure perched on Ishida’s windowsill in the middle of the night, watching the pretty Quincy sleep. He shifts in his sleep, but his eyes don’t open and I move closer.
Times like these, I’m glad I’m just a projection of the King’s mind when he’s too tired to keep me locked in his head. Not a ghost, but nothing substantial enough to make a sound. The only thing I have to mark my presence is reiatsu and King’s got a shitload of that, for when I want to use it.
And I plan to.
He looks so nice and relaxed when he’s sleeping. King scowls a lot, but the Quincy has a severe look in his expression that isn’t there when he sleeps. I know how much it’d get King off to see his precious Quincy like this and it just makes it better for me.
Unlike King, who wouldn’t be able to control his reiatsu if his life depended on it, it’s just another weapon at my disposal. It would take an idiot not to notice how sensitive the Quincy is to King’s reiatsu, which is exactly why Ichigo doesn’t and I do. Just a little increase and he’s stirring in his sleep, humming in what I take to be approval.
I want to molest him. So I do.
Most people wouldn’t feel my hand. He’s not like most people. I rub it over his crotch, through his blanket. It’s still not a solid touch – and if it was, he’d be awake – but it’s enough to have him make that pleased humming sound again.
In the next moment, I’m hovering over his bed, mouth against his ear and hands pulling the blanket out of my way.
“Ishida,” I whisper, imitating King’s voice. It gives me the results I expect. He turns his face towards me. He’s still asleep and his eyes are closed, but it looks like something in his head is responding.
And so is his dick, when I stroke it through his pyjama pants. It hardens and he stirs again, head turning from side to side before he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath.
I kiss him. Hard. I feel his lips move and when I move away, his eyes open halfway and slide shut again.
“Ku’saki,” he mumbles.
It takes a lot of self-control not to cackle with glee. King wants the Quincy and the Quincy wants the King. The games I can play with them instantly become ten times more fun.
I stroke him harder, push my hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his cock. I pump away at him and he moans quietly in his sleep. He doesn’t look like he’s waking up just yet, but his hips lift a little. I figure I might as well play with him.
He makes an impatient noise when he doesn’t feel my hand any more. I ignore it and wait a few seconds before pumping him in earnest. The stupid, eager, impatient way King would if he was on the giving end, not me. For effect, I imitate his voice again. “Ishida.”
He moans louder this time and arches off his bed, coming, his eyes snapping open and suddenly awake.
“What…” he stares at me. “Kurosaki?”
Grinning, I lean forward and kiss him hard enough to bruise. His hands come up to hold me and I take advantage of that not-substantial thing to fade out of sight and lower my reiatsu until he can’t sense me. He looks around the room, wide-eyed for a moment before convincing himself he’s just dreaming and quickly falling asleep again.
Heading back to Ichigo’s room, I grin to myself, ready to plant some interesting images in the King’s head. And looking forward to the next time I get to play with the pretty Quincy.
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Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 760
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hollow!Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hollow!Ichigo, characters being molested in their sleep
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "sleepy/unconscious"
It’s well past midnight and the moon is nice and bright in the sky. Not that anybody notices, because they’re all fast asleep by now.
Idiots.
The sky is mine, but it’s gotten boring already. Especially when I know there are far more interesting things to be doing at a time like this.
The Quincy’s address is memorised to the point where I don’t even need to think about it. King’s tried to keep himself from remembering it from the second he found out – which means that it went right to me.
The opposite. They call me a Hollow but it’s funny how full I am with things King is, but doesn’t want to be.
Like the figure perched on Ishida’s windowsill in the middle of the night, watching the pretty Quincy sleep. He shifts in his sleep, but his eyes don’t open and I move closer.
Times like these, I’m glad I’m just a projection of the King’s mind when he’s too tired to keep me locked in his head. Not a ghost, but nothing substantial enough to make a sound. The only thing I have to mark my presence is reiatsu and King’s got a shitload of that, for when I want to use it.
And I plan to.
He looks so nice and relaxed when he’s sleeping. King scowls a lot, but the Quincy has a severe look in his expression that isn’t there when he sleeps. I know how much it’d get King off to see his precious Quincy like this and it just makes it better for me.
Unlike King, who wouldn’t be able to control his reiatsu if his life depended on it, it’s just another weapon at my disposal. It would take an idiot not to notice how sensitive the Quincy is to King’s reiatsu, which is exactly why Ichigo doesn’t and I do. Just a little increase and he’s stirring in his sleep, humming in what I take to be approval.
I want to molest him. So I do.
Most people wouldn’t feel my hand. He’s not like most people. I rub it over his crotch, through his blanket. It’s still not a solid touch – and if it was, he’d be awake – but it’s enough to have him make that pleased humming sound again.
In the next moment, I’m hovering over his bed, mouth against his ear and hands pulling the blanket out of my way.
“Ishida,” I whisper, imitating King’s voice. It gives me the results I expect. He turns his face towards me. He’s still asleep and his eyes are closed, but it looks like something in his head is responding.
And so is his dick, when I stroke it through his pyjama pants. It hardens and he stirs again, head turning from side to side before he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath.
I kiss him. Hard. I feel his lips move and when I move away, his eyes open halfway and slide shut again.
“Ku’saki,” he mumbles.
It takes a lot of self-control not to cackle with glee. King wants the Quincy and the Quincy wants the King. The games I can play with them instantly become ten times more fun.
I stroke him harder, push my hand into his pants and wrap my fingers around his cock. I pump away at him and he moans quietly in his sleep. He doesn’t look like he’s waking up just yet, but his hips lift a little. I figure I might as well play with him.
He makes an impatient noise when he doesn’t feel my hand any more. I ignore it and wait a few seconds before pumping him in earnest. The stupid, eager, impatient way King would if he was on the giving end, not me. For effect, I imitate his voice again. “Ishida.”
He moans louder this time and arches off his bed, coming, his eyes snapping open and suddenly awake.
“What…” he stares at me. “Kurosaki?”
Grinning, I lean forward and kiss him hard enough to bruise. His hands come up to hold me and I take advantage of that not-substantial thing to fade out of sight and lower my reiatsu until he can’t sense me. He looks around the room, wide-eyed for a moment before convincing himself he’s just dreaming and quickly falling asleep again.
Heading back to Ichigo’s room, I grin to myself, ready to plant some interesting images in the King’s head. And looking forward to the next time I get to play with the pretty Quincy.
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and so are you lolAnd I love it..you could torture the pretty Quincy forever this way :D
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Date: 2009-08-02 06:52 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed ;D It's always so much fun to let Hichi play with Uryuu!
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Date: 2009-08-02 08:54 am (UTC)Oh I do love the way you write Hichigo. We need more of him!!
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Date: 2009-08-02 10:33 am (UTC)i'd like to read the next part of this story if there will be and im very much hoping that there is.
i like hichigo's games XD
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Date: 2009-08-02 11:13 am (UTC)Won't be continuing this, though. I only wrote it as a PWP-ish thing for kink bingo xD
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Date: 2009-08-02 08:00 pm (UTC)This line wins SO HARD! Not only wonderful smut, but a great piece of writing. This is one of my favorite kinks and you did it beautifully.
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Date: 2009-08-03 09:15 am (UTC)Also really, really glad I pulled the kink off okay. This fic gave me heaps of trouble @__@
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Date: 2009-08-20 10:24 pm (UTC)They call me a Hollow but it’s funny how full I am with things King is, but doesn’t want to be.
It works so well for so many things Ichigo tries to suppress and fails at.
I am seriously in love with the way you write Ichigo's hollow. It feels so much like him, but without the murderous edge that is so hard to escape when writing. But I really like how you do it. :D