[fic] Lucky Quincy

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Title: Lucky Quincy
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1444
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hollow Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu / Kurosaki Ichigo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, threesome
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "double penetration (one hole)"

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Amid the tangle of arms and legs, Uryuu smiles.

Two pairs of lips kiss him, four hands roam across his skin, and the friction of three bodies rubbing against each other is maddening.

Uryuu basks in the attention of Ichigo and his Hollow counterpart, lying on either side of him. They’re on the floor of Uryuu’s flat, which is covered with sheets and pillows; the bed had been cramped with just two of them, they know better than to try fit all three of them on it.

Ichigo’s mouth is on Uryuu’s collarbone, kissing and sucking on it, while the Hollow has his hand around the Quincy’s erection, pumping it roughly. Uryuu arches, his back against the Hollow’s chest, his arm around Ichigo’s shoulders to pull him closer. He loves that they are as opposite as two parts of the same person can be; Ichigo is gentle and mindful of his grip, while the Hollow is rough and goes out of his way to hurt Uryuu by biting too hard or gripping too tightly. Uryuu loves both sensations, murmuring his approval as Ichigo’s hand moves to cup his balls. Hooking a leg around Ichigo’s hip, Uryuu rolls so that Ichigo is on his back, and he is on all fours. Ichigo pulls downward, so Uryuu is lying on top of him and their erections rub against each other as their hips move.

“Don’t forget about me,” a voice speaks near Uryuu’s ear. The Quincy gasps, half in pleasure and half in surprise as the Hollow sneaks up behind him, kneeling over him with his hand running down Uryuu’s stomach, blunt nails raking over the soft skin.

“Kurosaki,” he gasps out and it’s unclear which he is referring to. Then he takes hold of Ichigo’s cock and rubs the head of it against his entrance, making Ichigo moan and the Hollow snicker.

“Lucky King,” the Hollow says in a low voice, mouth against Uryuu’s ear. “I wanted to be the one fucking you.”

“Don't complain,” Uryuu mutters, “It’s enough that I’m letting you watch.”

The Hollow snickers at this. “True, Quincy. And I do like the view.”

Ignoring him, Uryuu uncaps the lube and pours it into Ichigo’s waiting hand, before coating his own fingers.

“Unfair,” the Hollow says in an indignant tone. “Why does he get all the fun?”

“Because he’s real,” Uryuu replies coldly. Even Ichigo flinches at his words.

“Ouch.” There is nothing in the Hollow’s voice that indicates that his feelings are actually hurt. Regardless of this, he leans over and bites down especially hard on Uryuu’s shoulder, making him cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Both his and Ichigo’s fingers push into him, stretching him. Ichigo kisses Uryuu’s jaw, shifting the angle of his fingers and guiding Uryuu’s so that they hit his prostate. Uryuu gasps loudly and then moans, bucking against both of their fingers. Ichigo rubs his fingers repeatedly over that one place and Uryuu melts against him with a muffled whimper.

“Please.”

The word is barely out of his mouth before Ichigo slicks his cock with lube and guides it into Uryuu. He moans softly, shifting so that he is sitting on top of Ichigo and the entire length of the erection is inside him.

Ichigo settles his head back against the pillow beneath him, holding Uryuu’s gaze as they move. Their pace is always slow at first, but picks up quickly. Ichigo watches the flush creep across Uryuu’s face as they thrust harder against each other and the blue eyes glaze over as his prostate is hit over and over.

Ichigo wraps his arms around Uryuu, pulling him down into a kiss. Uryuu kisses back, until he flinches away.

Long fingers probe against his entrance, pushing into him, past Ichigo’s cock. Uryuu looks over his shoulder, his words filled with terror. “What are you doing?”

The Hollow raises its eyebrows and smirks, not having heard that tone in Uryuu’s voice for a very long time. Its lips spread into a grin as it replies, “Joining the fun, of course.”

“No,” Uryuu gasps, eyes wide as he realises what the Hollow intends to do. His grip on Ichigo tightens and he shakes his head. “No.”

“Leave him alone,” Ichigo is scowling at his Hollow self, “Don't hurt him or I swear, you’ll regret it.”

“Come on, Quincy,” the Hollow murmurs, mouth against Uryuu’s ear, though he speaks loud enough for Ichigo to hear. What’s a little pain to you? You've had worse. I’ve given you worse.”

“Leave him alone, or—” Ichigo is cut off as Uryuu sighs quietly.

“Fine.”

“Uryuu!” It’s now Ichigo’s turn to sound panicked.

“I’ll be fine,” Uryuu assures him and gives him a soft kiss.

Ichigo gives him a look that says he isn’t convinced, but doesn't protest further. Instead, he fixes the Hollow with a fierce glare. “Don't hurt him. …No more than he can handle.”

The Hollow chuckles. “How many times do I have to tell you, King? I’ll be good. Don't want to scare him away, do I?”

Before Ichigo can respond, the Hollow pushes his fingers deeper into Uryuu and stretches him further. Uryuu bends over Ichigo, hissing quietly. Ichigo kisses his neck, rubbing his back as if it will ease the pain.

Then the Hollow kneels behind Uryuu, pushing his cock into him and the Quincy whimpers. Both Ichigo and the Hollow groan quietly, content to remain still and enjoy the sensation of just how tight Uryuu feels around them both.

“Move before I have to hit one of you,” Uryuu mutters, his voice strained.

Ichigo is the first to do so, rolling his hips experimentally. The three of them moan appreciatively and the Hollow chuckles.

“See, Quincy? I knew you’d love it. Pretend all you like, but I know you get off on pain.”

“Shut up,” Uryuu replies breathlessly. He grips onto the sheets on either side of Ichigo, supporting himself with his hands and knees.

Ichigo watches him carefully, habitually worrying about everyone around him. “You okay?” he asks quietly.

Instead of snapping at him to stop caring so much, Uryuu picks up on the concern—fear?—in his voice and manages a small smile.

“I will be, provided you stop wasting time by worrying and actually fuck me.”

Taking the smile as a good sign, Ichigo kisses Uryuu’s neck and thrusts again. This time, the Hollow responds, grabbing onto Uryuu’s hips and thrusting as well.

“Ohh,” Uryuu gasps, head hanging down, almost resting against Ichigo’s chest. One of his hands relinquishes its grip on the sheets and he moves it to wrap his fingers around the two cocks inside him, stroking them.

As he expects, both Ichigo and his Hollow moan, their voices so similar that they combine into a sound that, to Uryuu, is the vocal representation of Ichigo, insanity and sex. Uryuu shudders hard in pleasure, tightening his grip on them and stroking harder.

Ichigo reciprocates by holding onto Uryuu’s cock and stroking it. Uryuu cries out, and his head is now resting on Ichigo’s chest as the three of them move faster, seeking climax.

“Yes,” Uryuu gasps as Ichigo strokes him harder. He moves his hand back to the sheets as the Hollow picks up his pace. By now, he’s completely melted against Ichigo with only his ass being held up by the Hollow’s tight grip. His cock drips all over Ichigo’s hand until he finally screams, entire body shaking as he releases.

He tightens around Ichigo and the Hollow and they both grunt, it being all they need to come themselves. They release in synchrony, all the way down to the way they moan.

The Hollow pulls out before Ichigo, letting go of Uryuu’s hips. The Quincy collapses onto Ichigo, utterly spent. The Hollow grins his usual, wide, grin and Ichigo shifts so that he and Uryuu are both on their sides, Uryuu’s back to his chest.

Ichigo wraps a possessive arm around Uryuu, which the Hollow ignores as he settles down on the Quincy’s other side, kissing him in his usual rough way.

“You should see the King’s expression when I do that,” the Hollow says, nipping at Uryuu’s lips and looking over at Ichigo. “Technically, he’s jealous of himself.”

Uryuu chuckles and brings his hand to the Hollow’s hair, running his fingers through it. It’s the most affection he’s ever shown the other part of Ichigo—without the pretext of lust—that it surprises the Hollow.

Before either the Hollow or Ichigo can question him, Uryuu shuts his eyes with a faint smile. Ichigo grins when he hears the quiet words just before Uryuu falls asleep;

“Lucky me.”

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