Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Helping a Friend ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Helping a Friend
By, E-307

Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters are owned by Tite Kubo. I don't own them at all…I'm just using them for this little story. Enjoy!
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“Hey, Iiiiichiiiii-gooooooo!” Asano Keigo exclaimed cheerfully as he pounced on his friend for the third time that day. Unlike the previous two times, where Keigo was swiftly and painfully slammed into the ground, Ichigo merely shrugged Keigo off and looked at him.

 

“What're ya doin' up here?” the cheerful brown haired teen asked his friend.

 

Keigo had just been walking down the street on the way to the mini-mart. He had a sudden craving for a snack-cake and went to buy one. He had just finished it off and tossed the wrapper into a trashcan when he noticed Ichigo standing on the roof of the school. He found it rather odd that the teen would be up there as school was over for the day. He had made his way up to the roof and jumped at the orange haired teen, interested to know what his friend was up to.

 

Ichigo didn't answer immediately, staring at something down on the street. He turned his head slightly and looked up at Keigo. The brunette pouted slightly and tilted his head to the side. Ichigo gave him a strange look and returned his gaze to the ground below the school. Keigo made a face, finding Ichigo's behavior kinda strange. He turned his gaze in the direction Ichigo was looking and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

 

Several high school girls were playing some sort of game down on the school's field. Keigo watched them run for a few minutes before looking back up at his friend.

 

“So that's what you're doing up here,” he said knowingly. The orange haired teen nodded, not looking at Keigo.

 

“Hey…look at that one. White shirts and water bottles are soo nice,” he said with a laugh.

 

“Yeah…” Ichigo responded in a whisper. Keigo snickered at his friend, placing his hands in his pockets. While it may have seemed to be a meaningless gesture, Keigo was doing it to push his pants away from quickly hardening member. A quick glance at the front of Ichigo's pants and he knew the orange haired teen's hands were in his pockets for the same reason.

 

The brunette laughed quietly to himself and stepped quietly backwards. Once he was sure Ichigo didn't notice his movements, Keigo slipped back to the door to the roof and secured the door shut with a chain that was already hanging from it. He didn't want any unexpected visitors. The teen walked back to his friend's side, standing slightly closer than he had been before.

 

“Just up here to enjoy the show, Ichigo?” Keigo asked, not really expecting an answer. He just rocked on his heels slightly, waiting to make his move. When Ichigo turned to him slightly to answer, Keigo moved in and pressed his lips against Ichigo's. Keigo was slightly puzzled when the other teen pulled back.

 

“What're you…” the orange haired teen started to ask. Keigo grinned and cut him off.

 

“Just helping a friend out again…with this,” he said, one hand moving down to grab Ichigo's erection through his pants while the other took hold of the teen's shirt and pulled him back into a kiss.

 

Again, Ichigo tried to pull away, but he relaxed and moaned into Keigo's mouth when the brunette gave the erection in his pants a squeeze. The moan gave Keigo the opportunity to slip his tongue past Ichigo's lips. The orange haired teen was defiantly acting strange, but Keigo wasn't overly concerned with it. Removing the annoying shirt that was preventing him from touching his friend's chest was a much bigger concern.

 

The first few buttons were easy enough to undo, but after getting stuck on one for far too long, Keigo proceeded to rip the shirt. Ichigo didn't seem to mind, shrugging the shirt off without much notice. Keigo immediately started pulling at his friend's belt, pleased when he felt strong fingers tangle in his hair and another hand started pulling at the back of his pants.

It wasn't until his back hit the wall that Keigo noticed Ichigo had been moving them away from the edge of the roof. They finally broke apart for air and Keigo couldn't help but grin at Ichigo's flushed expression. The orange haired teen stood staring at Keigo for a few moments before pulling the tank top he was wearing off and tossing it over his shoulder. He hesitantly reached for Keigo, but the brunette just laughed and pulled his shirt off himself.

 

“What's with you, Ichigo?” he asked in an amused tone, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. The larger teen seemed to jump a little before starting to fumble with his own belt. Keigo thought he heard his friend mumble something about “not being told about this”, but dismissed it and batted the orange haired teen's hands away. He pulled Ichigo's belt quickly, pulling the teen close to himself at the same time. Before the larger teen could speak, Keigo stole a kiss and began pulling his pants open.

 

Keigo moved from his friend's lips to his neck when he popped the button holding the dark gray pants closed, biting down gently. A gurgled moan made its way past Ichigo's lips as Keigo flicked his tongue against the spot he bit. The brunette chuckled slightly before pulling Ichigo's zipper down at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Kei-Keigo…” Ichigo muttered breathlessly as his friend's hands slipped into his pants and reach through the front of his boxers. Breathless laughter came from the smaller teen as he began to kneel down, pulling Ichigo with him. Before they were all the way down, Keigo had pushed his friend's pants and boxers around his knees. Keigo had taken hold of Ichigo's member and was stroking it slowly, but the orange haired teen decided it was time to take charge of the scenario. He growled seductively and pushed his friend back gently.

 

“Now here's the Ichigo I know,” Keigo said with a grin as his friend pulled his shoes off. Pants were removed as soon as the shoes were discarded, revealing strawberry print boxers. Ichigo paused for a moment, glancing up at Keigo's face before shaking his head and yanking the underwear down off the teen. He then took hold of the smaller teen's member and gave it a few strokes, rubbing his thumb across the tip and smearing the pre-come that had gathered there.

 

It was a surprise when Keigo grabbed onto Ichigo's wrist and stopped his strokes. The brunette got back onto his knees and gently pushed Ichigo back. The orange haired teen also settled into a kneeling position, watching as Keigo reached for his discarded pants. The smaller teen removed a small tube from a pocket and dropped the pants.

 

“Good thing I just went to the store,” Keigo commented, unscrewing the cap and squeeze some translucent red substance into his hand. A faint strawberry scent reached Ichigo, and he rolled his eyes again.

 

“Well, I love strawberries,” Keigo said cheerfully as he rubbed his hands together. Ichigo blushed slightly as Keigo took hold of his member and began to stroke it slowly. The slick substance that covered Keigo's hand was making the sensation much more intense. When the brunette leaned in and kissed him again, Ichigo lost track of Keigo's other hand. He didn't care where it went when Keigo began a small battle for dominance of the kiss.

 

By the time they had to separate and breath again, Keigo had released Ichigo's erection and climbed into his lap. The orange haired teen's eyes widened in surprise when his friend lined his hard cock up with his entrance and pushed down. Both teens let out breathless cries of pleasure as Ichigo entered the brunette. The orange haired teen noted that Keigo wasn't giving himself much time to adjust to the invasion, pressing down until Ichigo was completely inside him.

 

“Ichi…you feel good,” Keigo whined, finally giving himself time to get used to being filled again.

“Yeah…you're so…tight,” Ichigo commented between panting gasps. After several moments of gentle rocking, Keigo threw his arms around Ichigo's neck and lifted himself up. He paused for a moment and then dropped back down, his head falling back as a cry of pleasure escaped his lips.

 

Ichigo was unable to focus for a few moments, the pleasure overwhelming, but when he eventually worked his hands around to his friend's ass and he began thrusting up into Keigo as the brunette bounced up and down.

 

While Keigo was being loud, yelling out in pleasure with each thrust Ichigo made to meet his downward motions, Ichigo only grunted in pleasure, occasionally muttering something about how good it felt. Somewhere in Keigo's mind, it registered that it wasn't normal behavior for Ichigo, but he didn't care very much about it, being far more focused on his impending release.

 

As he felt his own release building, the all too familiar tingle in his balls becoming more intense with each thrust upward, Ichigo's mouth found Keigo's collarbone. He began placing light kisses before biting down just hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to draw blood. Keigo laughed breathlessly, the small amount of pain from the bite being overridden by the intense pleasure.

 

“Not gonna last much longer…Ichigoooo,” Keigo said as he removed one of his hands from around the orange haired teen's neck and taking hold of his weeping member. Keigo began to jerk himself desperately, receiving a grunt of acknowledgement from Ichigo.

With a final cry of pleasure, Keigo released over his fingers and onto Ichigo. He slumped forward as his friend continued to thrust into him. As Keigo tightened around him, Ichigo did his best to hold back his release, but felt his control slipping away with each second. With one last thrust and a silent yell, Ichigo released inside he friend, riding out his orgasm with a few weak thrusts before slowly lowering them both onto the ground. They both remained still for several moments, trying to catch their breaths. When they did, Keigo sat up slowly.

 

“I needed that,” he said cheerfully. Ichigo nodded slowly in agreement as Keigo started to clean himself off with the inside of his boxers. The brunette had begun to dress when Ichigo sat up.

 

“Even when you're acting weird, you're hot,” Keigo said with a grin, pulling his pants back on. Ichigo just stared at Keigo as he dressed, remaining silent. He began to slowly dress as Keigo stretched, wincing slightly when he stretched his back.

 

“Now I'm hungry again…want to come get something to eat with me?” Keigo asked suddenly. Ichigo took a few moments to think the question over before nodding.

 

“Sure,” he said. Keigo grinned punched his fist into the air. He ran his hands through his hair and began walking towards the door that would lead back inside.

 

“I'll meet you downstairs then, Iiiichiiigooo!” the brunette called as he unlocked the door and vanished down the stairwell.

 

Ichigo sighed and continued to dress himself, pulling his tank top on and looking around for his other shirt. He spotted it a short distance away and walked towards it. Just as he bent down to retrieve it; he heard something that sounded like someone jumping onto the roof. The young man turned slowly and a hand shot forward, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him forward. The hand belonged to a young man with orange hair in black robes. He wore a large sword on his back and seemed quite irritated.

 

“What the hell do you think you're doing, Kon?” he asked, bringing a nervous laugh from the teen he was glaring at.

 

“Heh…hey, Ichigo…” Kon responded.