Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Ficlets: Dare To Live ❯ 6 Spill Over ( Chapter 6 )

Authors Note: I don't own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.

 

6 Spill Over

 

One moment I was minding my own business taking notes in class and the next, I was bombarded with wave after wave of power-heavy reiatsu. I whipped my head around to stare at Ichigo seated in the desk beside me. Couldn't that idiot at least try to control his reiatsu while we were in school? Didn't he have any idea how hard it was for people to simply ignore something that felt so damn good? I opened my mouth to hiss a warning at him to knock it off. Then I noticed his face.

 

His skin was flushed and he was sucking in huge gulps of air. Sweat was trickling down the side of his face and he had a white-knuckled grip on the edge of his desk. Tendons stood out in his neck and breathy little groans escaped him. His pupils, when he turned his head to look at me, were huge.

 

“Ishida…” Ichigo said in a low tone just before the intense reiatsu disappeared like it'd never been. Ichigo gasped and slumped forward, his head thunking heavily to his desk. I stood quickly, my chair scraping back loudly.

 

“Is something wrong, Ishida?” the teacher asked.

 

“Ichigo's ill. I'm taking him to the nurse's office.”

 

The teacher took one look at Ichigo and nodded her head. He looked like crap. I helped him to stand, pulling one of his arms over my shoulder when it didn't seem like he'd be able to move without assistance. We stagger-walked out the door and I hurried him as much as I could to the nurse's office. Naturally, when I got him there and dumped him on a cot, the nurse was nowhere to be found. It was probably better that way for both of us.

 

“What the hell, Ichigo?” I asked as I stood over him, hands on my hips. I wanted an explanation for the surge of reiatsu I'd just experienced. Since it came from Ichigo, he had to know what was causing it.

 

Before Ichigo could answer me, reiatsu slowly fill up the room, a lighter sensation but no less powerful than the previous waves. Warm and endlessly arousing, my heart rate doubled and a wanting noise escaped me. Seeming to move of its own accord, my hand reached out to Ichigo and traced his lips. His mouth opened under my light touch, his tongue swirling over the pads of my fingers. I sucked in a sharp breath as the feel of the reiatsu gently pressing on my skin tripled. My cock hardened and my balls felt heavy as arousal twisted through me faster than anything I'd ever experienced in my life.

 

Ichigo opened his eyes and threads of unease joined the desire spinning through my body. The iris of one of his eyes had turned yellow and the white showed streaks of black. His other eye was now a light honey-colour instead of his normal dark brown. What in gods name was going on with Ichigo, Zangetsu, Shirosaki and the steadily climbing reiatsu?

 

“Uryuu,” Ichigo said in a pleading tone, reaching for me.

 

I never had much resistance against Ichigo when he used my given name and beseeched me in such a desire filled voice. Combining that with the strong arousal I was already feeling from the spine-tingling flood of reiatsu and I was giving in before I'd even had a chance to process whether or not I should do what he was asking.

 

I went to the door and flipped the lock before joining him on the narrow cot. He rolled to his side, his little sigh of relief at feeling me nestle against him made me believe what I was about to do was the right course of action; regardless of what I'd promised my father. Ichigo's hands roamed over my back to my hips, pressing our groins together. We both groaned at the feel of our erections rubbing against each other through the barrier of our clothes. Our fingers tangled as we reached for each others zipper at the same time.

 

“Close, Uryuu. So close,” Ichigo whispered against my lips before claiming them in a kiss that was an utterly carnal thing of wet lips and firm tongue. He kept his now strangely coloured eyes open letting me see the lust he felt as he kissed me, his hand wrapping around my cock.

 

I followed Ichigo's actions, taking his cock in hand and matching him stroke for stroke. His tongue teased mine and mimicked an act I would've taken great pleasure in doing with him that very instant. Ichigo's reiatsu flared into the mix already humming around the room, washing through me and pushing me to the very edge of release. I felt the reiatsu in the room crest at the same time I faintly heard Zangetsu call for Shirosaki to come. Power crashed through me, shoving me that last tiny bit to orgasm.

 

My cock spurted in Ichigo's fist and I moaned my pleasure into his mouth. He reciprocated by covering my fingers with his seed and groaning his delight into my mouth. Waves of controlled power surrounded me mixed with the electric tingle of Ichigo's reiatsu and hot gusts that I assumed were Shirosaki's. I almost felt dizzy from the power spill over and let my mind float in the delicious, addicting sensation while my heart slowed back to normal.

 

“I don't know if I should kill or kiss that fucking bastard Shirosaki when I see him next,” Ichigo panted against my cheek.

 

When he pulled back to grin at me, I noted that his eyes were back to normal. I blinked and then frowned at Ichigo when what he'd just said percolated through my pleasure haze. Couldn't he have let me enjoy the feel of all the reiatsu eddying around a little longer before yanking me back to reality? I sniffed in annoyance. “Why?”

 

“'Cause this reiatsu spike had to be that dick head's fault. But, it got you into bed with me again, even if it was at school; which is sorta kinky by the way. Shirosaki is a fucking pain in the ass but he kinda did something good for me even if he didn't mean to,” Ichigo snickered. “I'll tell him `cause it'll piss him off that he did something that helped me.”