Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Complements ❯ The Quarry ( Chapter 7 )

 

The Quarry

 

Ishida managed to nuzzle him, insult him, and strip him in a matter of seconds. At least the tense atmosphere had dissipated. “What's this about?” Ichigo had to ask. He was abruptly cut off as the shirt passed over his head, but no farther. Shirt tight and tangled around his upper arms, hands for all intents and purposes trapped above his head, it was no wonder the mood had relaxed.

 

Ishida chuckled softly, his glasses glinting wickedly as he worked the shirt off the rest of the way. “You might as well give me your pants,” he said with a pervert smile. Here, Ichigo had come over to have a serious discussion about their relationship and all the Quincy wanted was an argument and a quick fuck. Ishida was right saying he wasn't that normal; this was probably his idea of a date. “Since you've ripped them, I can give you a pair to go home in.”

 

Ichigo didn't bother to point out that Ishida had been the one to rip his pants. And the jerk wasn't even willing to take the three seconds to repair them immediately. “You actually think I'm going to fit in your pants?” He bitched. The `with your wimpy-assed ass' was implied.

 

Ishida turned around, towel in hand, and proceeded to stare. Nostrils flared; glasses glinted. I'm going to eat you, the look said. Taking a gulp of air, Ichigo was torn between covering himself and striking a pose.

 

“This should fit you.” Ishida shoved the towel into his hands, before staggering off towards the bathroom.

 

Ichigo stood in the main room of Ishida's tiny apartment, clutching a towel, mind suspiciously blank. Where is this evening going? He could wonder. Were they ever going to make any form of progress? Ishida was tinkering with something in the bathroom, with no little difficulty from the sound of it. A cloud of steam burst from the bathroom, hitting Ichigo's bare skin, hot and damp, startling him into action. Toeing out of his shoes and socks, skimming pants and underwear from his hips, Ichigo wrapped the towel around his waist and turned to see what Ishida was up to.

 

Scary. Ichigo bit back a yelp, faced with the Quincy's glasses mere centimeters from his face. When had he snuck out of the bathroom? And how long had he been watching? The crooked twist of Ishida's smirk clearly read `quite long enough'.

 

“Bastard!” Ichigo startled. “Don't go sneaking up on a guy when he's changing!” He shoved an angry finger into Ishida's face. “It makes you look like an even bigger pervert than you already—“ Are. The night was getting weirder and weirder. Slowly, he drew his finger from between those teasing lips, careful to control the hiss of his breath.

 

“Your shower is ready,” Ishida's murmured, all wickedly hooded eyes and husky voice, “Kurosaki-kun.”