Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Complements ❯ The Unhinged ( Chapter 9 )

 

The Unhinged

 

“Thanks, Ishida-kun.” The words slipped out of Ichigo's mouth naturally, pushing the much-needed space between them. He slipped by Ishida and into the humid sanctuary of the bathroom. Leaning up against the door, he attempted to gather his thoughts. Ishida was obviously not against having a physical relationship, but how could he get the inexplicable `more' from him. Dropping his towel, Ichigo pushed back the curtain and stepped under the spray.

 

He was abruptly wrenched from the warm heat and slammed up against the tiles. Warm lips pressed against him, smothering any protest, while an adventurous tongue probed, sneaking in to rub against his teeth, quickly retreating before Ichigo could bite.

 

“What are you—“ Ichigo managed to break away. The thought was cut short as Ishida's tongue moved to trail the muscles of his neck, nuzzling under his chin and nursing the heavy pound of his pulse. Calloused fingertips ran lightly over his ribs, his sides, finding purchase on the jut of his hipbones. Thumbs slid into the sensitive hollows there, coaxing a soft grunt from the redhead.

 

“Really, Ichigo,” Ishida growled after a long pause, wrapping one slender hand around the root of his arousal. “I would have thought it would be obvious.”

 

Throwing his head back, mouth open, Ichigo half-heartedly attempted to drown himself. All his troubles stemmed from that time barely two weeks ago, in this shower. The last time he'd been here, lost in thought, with a horny, emotionally retarded avenger just outside the door. He reached for the soap, frou-frou scented gel only Ishida would buy, and vowed to himself that wouldn't happen again. He wasn't about to have sex with a guy who so obviously looked down upon him, who snubbed the mere idea that emotions might be involved with sex. Ichigo wanted at least some level of commitment.

 

The shower curtain was pushed back; Ishida had snuck up on him again. Ichigo stared incredulously—didn't Ishida know he was pissed at him—as he stepped, fully clothed, into the shower.

 

“Ichigo,” he intruded, “you said you wanted more.” Absently flicking a drop of water from his glasses, he acted as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.

 

“You asshole!” Ichigo threw the frou-frou bottle. “I'm not having sex with you until you like me!”