[fic] Fear (Or Not)

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Title: Fear (Or Not)
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1005
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hollow Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, dubcon
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "consent play"

This was better in my head.

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“So nice to see you all tied up like this for me.”

The Hollow grins eerily. Uryuu shrinks back against the bed, wide blue eyes fixed on Ichigo’s other, darker, uninhibited, side. The Quincy’s hands are tied to the headboard and a flicker of doubt crosses his mind, wondering at the wisdom behind effectively destroying any possible way he can use his weapons to defend himself, should the need arise.

Before he can think further, either to calm himself or further berate himself for the lapse of judgment, the Hollow’s lips are on his neck, quickly followed by his teeth. Uryuu moans softly. His neck is the one place he loves to be bitten and since discovering so, the Hollow always makes sure to exploit it.

Sex with Ichigo almost always includes banter of some sort as they lead up to the act itself. Sometimes it’s mocking bickering, and at other times it’s outright arguing. The Hollow isn’t interested in conversation. The only article of clothing Uryuu is wearing are his black briefs. Without preamble, the Hollow pushes a pale hand past the waistband of the underwear and wraps his long fingers around Uryuu’s half-hard cock, stroking him and working the briefs off at the same time.

Uryuu arches into the touch, lifting his hips off the bed. The Hollow pushes him back down, straddling him and bending to kiss him hard enough to bruise.

“I’m the one who decides when you get more, Quincy,” he snarls. Then his lips spread into his usual manic grin. “And when I do decide to give you more, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

Uryuu’s eyes widen, knowing the Hollow well enough to know there is a degree of truth to his words. Apparently, the look of dread is enough to convince the Hollow that it is now time to give Uryuu what he wants. And much more.

He strokes Uryuu’s cock hard and it’s his lack of concern about hurting the Quincy that makes everything all that much better. Uryuu gasps with every stroke, grunting when the Hollow is too rough. Drinking in all of the sounds, the Hollow grins and thrusts two of his fingers into Uryuu’s mouth with as little tenderness as the rest of his actions.

“Suck, pretty Quincy.”

Uryuu obeys, as much out of willingness as having little other choice. As soon as the Hollow decides his fingers are wet enough, he withdraws them and with no hesitation, pushes them into Uryuu.

Ignoring the grunt of discomfort, the Hollow pulls them out far enough to thrust in harder, moving them deeper. Uryuu cries out this time, half in pain and half in shock as the Hollow grabs hold of his hips and pulls his legs up, positioning him so that he is folded over himself, knees bent over the nearly-white shoulders on either side of the Hollow’s head. He smirks and lowers his head to Uryuu’s entrance, his blue tongue snaking out to lick over it as he brings his fingers up to push inside again.

“Don’t. Please—stop,” Uryuu pleads, already knowing he will be ignored. “Just—slow down. Please.”

The Hollow snickers. “Funny way of asking for more, Ishida. Don’t you like how it hurts?”

“No!” Uryuu grunts again as the Hollow pushes his fingers deeper, adding a third and stretching him. It trails off as a whimper and he shuts his eyes tightly as he hears the Hollow laugh louder this time.

“What’s this, Quincy? You’re dripping all over yourself! You really want me to stop, when your pretty cock is telling me how much you like it?”

His back relaxes as the Hollow lowers him back onto the bed, but the relief is short-lived. He feels the Hollow’s cock—identical to Ichigo’s—pressing against his entrance. If his hands had been free, he would have had the lube in reach and made sure the Hollow’s cock is slick enough to slide in. As it is, he watches as the Hollow slathers his erection with a mixture of his saliva and Uryuu’s precum, and hopes it will be good enough.

It’s not. It never is. Uryuu clenches his teeth together as he feels the cock sliding into him, bit by bit. Once the Hollow is all the way in, he begins to thrust. Uryuu grunts with every thrust, clenching around the Hollow’s erection in the hope that it will bring him to release sooner. It seems to work, as the Hollow gasps, leaning over Uryuu and biting him hard as he thrusts again, harder. Uryuu’s head spins as the line between pleasure and pain becomes increasingly hazy. Come, come, come, he thinks and only realises he’s gasping it out under his breath when the Hollow says it back to him, smirking evilly and then pumping Uryuu’s cock in time to the thrusts.

Uryuu screams, pressing his head back into the pillow as he comes in thick, hot spurts all over himself. The Hollow grins, bringing his hand up to lick away the stray drops before gripping Uryuu’s hips and thrusting harder until he releases. Uryuu shuts his eyes as he feels the Hollow pulling out of him. When he opens them again, he finds Ichigo grinning at him.

“You were actually scared for a bit,” Ichigo says, kissing Uryuu’s forehead and reaching over to untie his wrists.

“Was not,” Uryuu replies, rubbing his wrists when he can move his hands again. He wraps his arms around Ichigo’s back, pulling him down for a kiss.

“Believe whatever you want,” Ichigo smirks, shaking his head and nuzzling into Uryuu’s neck. “We loved it.”

“We?”

“Well,” Ichigo kisses Uryuu’s neck, “I enjoyed watching. And even if you say you were just pretending that you were scared, he loved that.”

Snorting, Uryuu shakes his head. “What am I going to do with you? Both of you.”

“More sex?” Ichigo suggests optimistically.

Uryuu rolls them over so he has Ichigo pinned to the bed. With a predatory grin, he replies, “Fine. Provided I top this time.”

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