[fic] Pieces
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shannys_cornerTitle: Pieces
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kiyala
Word Count: 1296
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hollow Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, swearing
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "mind control/amnesia"
“Something’s wrong.”
Ishida notices it immediately. He pulls away from Ichigo just in time to catch the look of surprise in the brown eyes. Then, his lips spread into a smile so wide that it makes him look cruel. His eyes are more orange than brown now. The way they look in afternoon light.
But it’s night time and they’re on Ishida’s bed.
“Ishida—” Ichigo says, and he sounds concerned, but it abruptly turns into a deranged giggle.
Ishida doesn’t need to think very hard before he realises what is happening. His hands hold the sides of Ichigo’s face, both reassured and reassuring by the touch of skin against his palms and nothing else.
“Kurosaki,” he says, forcing his voice to stay calm. But he doesn’t need to be told that Ichigo isn’t there. The grin spreads impossibly wider and Ishida’s lips are captured in a rough, bruising kiss.
Somewhere, deep within his mind, Ichigo is fighting his Hollow for control the only way he knows how: with blades.
“What the hell are you doing?” he screams, trying and failing to keep the terror from his voice. This has never happened before. He’s had moments where his Hollow has taken over his consciousness. It’s a complete loss of control, leaving him with blanks in his memory. This is the first time it’s taken over his body and allowed him to watch. He can see, taste and feel everything, but cannot move his own limbs.
He sees the look in Ishida’s eyes and knows that he’s figured out at least part of what is going on. Ishida moves forward, wrapping his arms around Ichigo’s shoulders and kissing him hard.
The part of Ichigo fighting his Hollow is as removed from the experience outside as possible. But even he widens his eyes in shock. The Hollow laughs gleefully, but Ichigo can feel that even it is surprised.
Back in his room, on his bed, Ishida moves his mouth from Ichigo’s lips to his ear and speaks quietly. “Kurosaki. Or whatever your name is at the moment. You’re here for a reason. I suggest you stop wasting time and just do what you want.”
No!, Ichigo screams in his own head. Nobody hears him.
His hand grips Ishida’s hair a little too tightly and he hears the Hollow’s voice: a distorted mockery of his own. “Yesss.”
“Play nice,” Ishida warns with a frown.
“Ha! You think you scare me, Quincy?”
Ichigo hates how cocky the Hollow sounds. He fights harder, to no avail. He at least wants the ability to say something. To tell Ishida not to act overconfident, because he knows how easy it would be for the Hollow to just rip him to shreds.
But Ishida doesn’t back down. He pulls himself closer to Ichigo and murmurs, “No. But you don’t scare me either. …And it would be more beneficial to both of us if you behaved yourself and we both get what we want.”
The Hollow laughs. “I like the way you think, Ishida.”
They’re already naked, so Ishida is pushed onto his back and kissed roughly as the Hollow takes hold of his legs and spreads them wide. Ishida reaches for the lube, spreading it over his fingers and preparing himself, keeping his eyes half-open so he can watch Ichigo. The wide smile is still in place and Ishida tries not to think about how Ichigo’s eyes seem even brighter now. He continues to stretch himself, placing a condom in Ichigo’s hand.
“How boring,” the Hollow’s voice is mocking, but it opens the wrapper and rolls it on anyway. It takes hold of Ishida’s wrist and pulls, watching the slick fingers slide out of him. “Put some of that on me, unless you want me to go in dry.”
Ishida frowns at the threat, weak as it is. From the look in the vivid eyes, the lust is outweighing the Hollow’s need to assert its power. He doesn’t mind it that way. He squirts more lube onto his hand and takes the Hollow’s – no, Ichigo’s – cock into his hands and strokes it firmly. He hears the same shaky sigh Ichigo lets out when he’s not being possessed by his inner demon.
Preparation and lube aside, the Hollow is not gentle. It thrusts into Ishida in one fluid motion. Luckily for Ishida, he had not expected any different. They thrust against each other and the Hollow makes an impatient sound. It shifts a little, changing angle and thrusting again, harder this time.
Ishida screams.
Ichigo, caught in limbo between his soul and his body, panics at the sound. But then he notices the way Ishida shakes, and his hands gripping the bed sheets beneath him so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He realises, with some difficulty, that Ishida is enjoying it.
Every thrust makes the bed creak and makes Ishida gasp. Ichigo is glad he can still feel the pleasure tugging at his groin and coiling in his stomach, sure that if not for the physical sensations, he would go mad.
Ishida’s hair is soft, his skin is smooth and his voice husky as he arches off the bed and moans, “More, more, more.”
Somehow, somewhere inside Ichigo, he’s stopped fighting with the Hollow. They both watch, transfixed, enemies forgetting their battle for the sake of a common interest: watching Ishida go wild.
“Hey, King,” the Hollow nudges him and grins. “He likes me better.”
“The hell he does,” Ichigo growls.
“Look at his cock, dripping all over the place. And the way he’s arching against me.”
“Me,” Ichigo corrects. “He’s arching against me. It’s my body. You don’t have anything I don’t.”
“Oh, except for one thing,” the Hollow’s grin widens. “Control.”
With no warning, the Hollow bites into Ishida’s shoulder. He cries out, clinging to the warm body of Ichigo – the Hollow – he doesn’t know any more and he can’t bring himself to care. Not with the teeth sinking into his skin and a hand wrapping around his cock.
“Ichigo!” he gasps loudly. He falls back onto the mattress and lifts his hips to thrust needily against Ichigo’s cock two or three more times until he releases, all over Ichigo’s chest.
The Hollow lets out a low, guttural growl and follows suit. Most of Ichigo is drinking in the sensation of the release, but the part of him watching everything alongside his Hollow makes a small triumphant noise.
“Told you. He likes me, not you.”
“He just didn’t know what name to yell.”
Ichigo shakes his head. “Could’ve yelled ‘Hollow’ or ‘Dumbass’ or something.”
“Can you imagine the Quincy doing that? Don’t be stupid, King.”
“Whatever,” Ichigo shrugs. He turns and moves easily. Zangetsu is in his grip, then driven through the Hollow’s gut. The sideways world fades and the last Ichigo sees of it is the shocked look on his opposite’s face.
He blinks his eyes open and finds Ishida underneath him. He moves his head experimentally. It does what he wants it to do. He feels relief flood through him, and kisses Ishida.
“Back. Sorry.”
Ishida blinks open tired eyes and raises an eyebrow. “You should be. Took you long enough.”
“I was distracted,” Ichigo replies, torn between grinning and feeling guilty. “I don’t know why – or how – but the Hollow let me watch.”
“I see. Too busy watching me to help me?” Ishida sounds less than pleased.
Ichigo snorts. “Help you? You were enjoying yourself, Ishida.”
“Mm, true.” The Quincy is silent in thought for a moment before propping himself up by the elbows and nibbling on Ichigo’s lower lip. “We need to have rougher sex. Preferably without your Hollow dropping by, next time.”
Grinning, Ichigo kisses him hard. “I’ll see what I can do.”
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Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1296
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hollow Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, swearing
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "mind control/amnesia"
“Something’s wrong.”
Ishida notices it immediately. He pulls away from Ichigo just in time to catch the look of surprise in the brown eyes. Then, his lips spread into a smile so wide that it makes him look cruel. His eyes are more orange than brown now. The way they look in afternoon light.
But it’s night time and they’re on Ishida’s bed.
“Ishida—” Ichigo says, and he sounds concerned, but it abruptly turns into a deranged giggle.
Ishida doesn’t need to think very hard before he realises what is happening. His hands hold the sides of Ichigo’s face, both reassured and reassuring by the touch of skin against his palms and nothing else.
“Kurosaki,” he says, forcing his voice to stay calm. But he doesn’t need to be told that Ichigo isn’t there. The grin spreads impossibly wider and Ishida’s lips are captured in a rough, bruising kiss.
Somewhere, deep within his mind, Ichigo is fighting his Hollow for control the only way he knows how: with blades.
“What the hell are you doing?” he screams, trying and failing to keep the terror from his voice. This has never happened before. He’s had moments where his Hollow has taken over his consciousness. It’s a complete loss of control, leaving him with blanks in his memory. This is the first time it’s taken over his body and allowed him to watch. He can see, taste and feel everything, but cannot move his own limbs.
He sees the look in Ishida’s eyes and knows that he’s figured out at least part of what is going on. Ishida moves forward, wrapping his arms around Ichigo’s shoulders and kissing him hard.
The part of Ichigo fighting his Hollow is as removed from the experience outside as possible. But even he widens his eyes in shock. The Hollow laughs gleefully, but Ichigo can feel that even it is surprised.
Back in his room, on his bed, Ishida moves his mouth from Ichigo’s lips to his ear and speaks quietly. “Kurosaki. Or whatever your name is at the moment. You’re here for a reason. I suggest you stop wasting time and just do what you want.”
No!, Ichigo screams in his own head. Nobody hears him.
His hand grips Ishida’s hair a little too tightly and he hears the Hollow’s voice: a distorted mockery of his own. “Yesss.”
“Play nice,” Ishida warns with a frown.
“Ha! You think you scare me, Quincy?”
Ichigo hates how cocky the Hollow sounds. He fights harder, to no avail. He at least wants the ability to say something. To tell Ishida not to act overconfident, because he knows how easy it would be for the Hollow to just rip him to shreds.
But Ishida doesn’t back down. He pulls himself closer to Ichigo and murmurs, “No. But you don’t scare me either. …And it would be more beneficial to both of us if you behaved yourself and we both get what we want.”
The Hollow laughs. “I like the way you think, Ishida.”
They’re already naked, so Ishida is pushed onto his back and kissed roughly as the Hollow takes hold of his legs and spreads them wide. Ishida reaches for the lube, spreading it over his fingers and preparing himself, keeping his eyes half-open so he can watch Ichigo. The wide smile is still in place and Ishida tries not to think about how Ichigo’s eyes seem even brighter now. He continues to stretch himself, placing a condom in Ichigo’s hand.
“How boring,” the Hollow’s voice is mocking, but it opens the wrapper and rolls it on anyway. It takes hold of Ishida’s wrist and pulls, watching the slick fingers slide out of him. “Put some of that on me, unless you want me to go in dry.”
Ishida frowns at the threat, weak as it is. From the look in the vivid eyes, the lust is outweighing the Hollow’s need to assert its power. He doesn’t mind it that way. He squirts more lube onto his hand and takes the Hollow’s – no, Ichigo’s – cock into his hands and strokes it firmly. He hears the same shaky sigh Ichigo lets out when he’s not being possessed by his inner demon.
Preparation and lube aside, the Hollow is not gentle. It thrusts into Ishida in one fluid motion. Luckily for Ishida, he had not expected any different. They thrust against each other and the Hollow makes an impatient sound. It shifts a little, changing angle and thrusting again, harder this time.
Ishida screams.
Ichigo, caught in limbo between his soul and his body, panics at the sound. But then he notices the way Ishida shakes, and his hands gripping the bed sheets beneath him so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He realises, with some difficulty, that Ishida is enjoying it.
Every thrust makes the bed creak and makes Ishida gasp. Ichigo is glad he can still feel the pleasure tugging at his groin and coiling in his stomach, sure that if not for the physical sensations, he would go mad.
Ishida’s hair is soft, his skin is smooth and his voice husky as he arches off the bed and moans, “More, more, more.”
Somehow, somewhere inside Ichigo, he’s stopped fighting with the Hollow. They both watch, transfixed, enemies forgetting their battle for the sake of a common interest: watching Ishida go wild.
“Hey, King,” the Hollow nudges him and grins. “He likes me better.”
“The hell he does,” Ichigo growls.
“Look at his cock, dripping all over the place. And the way he’s arching against me.”
“Me,” Ichigo corrects. “He’s arching against me. It’s my body. You don’t have anything I don’t.”
“Oh, except for one thing,” the Hollow’s grin widens. “Control.”
With no warning, the Hollow bites into Ishida’s shoulder. He cries out, clinging to the warm body of Ichigo – the Hollow – he doesn’t know any more and he can’t bring himself to care. Not with the teeth sinking into his skin and a hand wrapping around his cock.
“Ichigo!” he gasps loudly. He falls back onto the mattress and lifts his hips to thrust needily against Ichigo’s cock two or three more times until he releases, all over Ichigo’s chest.
The Hollow lets out a low, guttural growl and follows suit. Most of Ichigo is drinking in the sensation of the release, but the part of him watching everything alongside his Hollow makes a small triumphant noise.
“Told you. He likes me, not you.”
“He just didn’t know what name to yell.”
Ichigo shakes his head. “Could’ve yelled ‘Hollow’ or ‘Dumbass’ or something.”
“Can you imagine the Quincy doing that? Don’t be stupid, King.”
“Whatever,” Ichigo shrugs. He turns and moves easily. Zangetsu is in his grip, then driven through the Hollow’s gut. The sideways world fades and the last Ichigo sees of it is the shocked look on his opposite’s face.
He blinks his eyes open and finds Ishida underneath him. He moves his head experimentally. It does what he wants it to do. He feels relief flood through him, and kisses Ishida.
“Back. Sorry.”
Ishida blinks open tired eyes and raises an eyebrow. “You should be. Took you long enough.”
“I was distracted,” Ichigo replies, torn between grinning and feeling guilty. “I don’t know why – or how – but the Hollow let me watch.”
“I see. Too busy watching me to help me?” Ishida sounds less than pleased.
Ichigo snorts. “Help you? You were enjoying yourself, Ishida.”
“Mm, true.” The Quincy is silent in thought for a moment before propping himself up by the elbows and nibbling on Ichigo’s lower lip. “We need to have rougher sex. Preferably without your Hollow dropping by, next time.”
Grinning, Ichigo kisses him hard. “I’ll see what I can do.”
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Date: 2009-08-10 05:11 pm (UTC)I don't really have a OTP or OT# or anything, but I love Shiro/Uryuu. For some reason I like the way that the hollow manages to bring out a side or Uryuu that is all passion and fight.
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Date: 2009-08-11 09:53 am (UTC)and I was probably still trying to convince myself that I'm not into IchiIshi in the first place XDDDbut now I must admit that it always makes me go "OMG YES!" so I hope you give us some more soon.no subject
Date: 2009-08-11 09:30 pm (UTC)demanding, eh? ^o^
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Date: 2009-08-25 09:14 pm (UTC)I loved the fact they could both take it in stride and move forward, and even so far as learn something new about each other. :D