Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ You're the Top ❯ you're the col-o-se-um ( Chapter 1 )

Notes: I'M SORRY ABOUT THE TITLE. It's a Cole Porter song -- it seemed like a funny sort of pun at the time, but now I'm just ashamed of myself. *Sits in corner* Other than that, enjoy!

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"Ishida." Ichigo's voice echoed softly off dark walls in Ishida's bedroom.

"Mmph."

"Why do you like being on the bottom?" Silence. "...During sex," he added, in case Ishida wasn't responding because he was confused by the wording and not because the question itself was strange.

"Thanks for the clarification."

A long pause followed, and Ichigo wondered if he'd drifted off, or, for whatever reason, thought Ichigo wasn't serious about the question. "Really, why do you like it?"

"Go to sleep."

"Come ON!"

Ishida sighed. "It feels good, moron."

"But why?"

"My nerve endings being stimulated in a pleasurable way by your cock. The activation of endorphins in the brain, having an opiate-like effect. What do you want?"

"Doesn't it hurt, though?"

A little sigh. "Yes, Kurosaki. I'm a masochist and I only have sex with you so fulfill my quota of unbearable pain. When you drift off afterwards, I cry myself to sleep."

Ichigo humphed, turning over heavily so the mattress bounced and Ishida bumped into the wall.

"I don't understand why you're asking about it. Nobody questions your masculinity because you're scared to try."

Ichigo sat upright. "WHAT? Who said anything about my masculinity? I didn't! Why did you bring it up?"

Ichigo could almost feel the smug amusement in the pause before Ishida answered. "Oh. No reason."

"The manly one is the one who tops, anyway! Everyone knows that!" Let him argue that.

"No wonder you're so frightened of it, if you have to rely on your sexual position to prove your level of testosterone." His tone was falling back into irritation, but Ichigo was too flustered to care.

"Shut up, you little bastard!" He punched Ishida's shoulder. "Hey, look at me!"

Ishida rolled over, a look of tired exasperation on his face.

"I'll show you! Fuck me right now!" Ichigo tossed the sheet to the foot of the bed and pointed to his backside. Ishida was unimpressed. His mouth pulled into a sour pucker as he regarded his bed partner.

"We just had sex. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could perform. And your desperation is not a turn-on."

"I'm not desperate. I just want you to admit you're wrong. Why wouldn't you want to? Are you saying I'm not attractive?"

Both Ichigo and Ishida took a moment for the absurdity of the question to sink in. Ichigo felt like curling in on himself, his face warming in embarrassment. He hoped it was too dark for Ishida to notice.

Ishida gave him what he assumed was a withering stare -- he honestly couldn't tell in the spare light -- for a few more tense moments before speaking. "If you're going to keep me up asking ridiculous questions, I'm going to kick you out of my apartment. Then you can explain to your psychotic father why the two-day field trip you're supposed to be on ended in the middle of the night." He rolled over with a dramatic sigh, yanking the covers back up around his chin.

Ichigo froze at the mention of Isshin, almost expecting him to jump out from under the bed. After he realized how stupid he was acting -- which took a while -- Ichigo slumped back down into the mattress, lightly flushed. This was disturbing. He was unsettled and anxious, and pretty sure he wouldn't get sleep any time soon.

How could Ishida say he wasn't masculine? Hadn't he seen the size of his zanpaktou? Anyway, it really was common knowledge that the guy who took it up the ass was the girly one in a gay relationship. It was toying with the universe to try to flip things around on him like that, calling the seme unmanly. What did Ishida know about it, after all?

Ichigo fluffed his pillow with more violence than was necessary and tried to settle back in, though his mind was racing. He'd show Ishida; wipe that stupid "I Know Everything" tone out of his voice for good.

Not right now, though. Ishida was determined to ignore him for the rest of the night, and Ichigo already knew that persisting in something like that would get him absolutely nowhere, and besides, ever since the other boy mentioned Isshin, Ichigo couldn't bring himself to seriously think about having sex. If the old stupid goat was good for anything, it was certainly destroying the mood.

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The next morning, Ichigo was determined to have sex and show Ishida just what a manly bottom was. He was surprised to find Ishida already awake and dressed, eating breakfast and reading a textbook.

When Ichigo stood in front of him in his low-slung boxers and demanded to know what Ishida thought he was doing, he replied, "I'm reading, clearly. You distracted me too much last night, and I'll fall behind in homework if I don't get this finished."

"You don't want to have sex?"

Ishida spared him a brief look, neither amused nor annoyed. "Hardly," he said dryly. "I'm already clean, and you're not. You have no idea how oily you get during the night."

Ichigo had a sudden, childish urge to shove Ishida's book off the table and dump his breakfast in his lap. Instead, he stormed off to Ishida's bathroom and took a cold shower, preparing himself for a long and frustrating day.

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Ishida wouldn't have sex with him between classes, either, citing reasons like "We'll be late," and "Get away from me, stupid."

It was starting to get on his nerves. Ishida almost never refused an opportunity to fumble around sexually - though he had to admit, he rarely initiated such things during school hours - but for the past half a day, he'd been denying Ichigo when Ichigo wanted Ishida to fuck him.

He even tried to pique Ishida's interest, and he'd never done anything remotely like seducing a person before. It had always been "I want some NOW, let's take care of it," followed by Ishida stuffing his hands down Ichigo's pants, or Ishida would initiate by yanking Ichigo over and kissing him. There was never any attempt to get "in the mood," they just always seemed to be in it when they were alone together.

When the final bell rang, Ichigo pulled Ishida into the copy room, determined to finally prove to Ishida how wrong he was and show him how a MAN got topped, but even that got turned around. Somehow - he really didn't keep track when they were making out - he wound up fucking Ishida on top of a long table that squeaked and wobbled as they moved.

Once Ichigo came to himself enough to realize that his master plan had gotten away from him, he took care to look at Ishida's face, to see if taking a cock up the ass was as bizarre an experience as Ichigo suspected it to be. Sometimes he couldn't tell from Ishida's expression if he was in pain or enjoying himself. He would have almost made himself believe it was hurting the other boy if Ishida weren't a vocal partner, and he always made noises of encouragement if he felt good or snapped if he didn't, and then there was his favorite phrase to say during sex: "Harder, Kurosaki, harder," like a mantra.

Ichigo shifted, pushing Ishida's hips off the table and angling down hard. A convulsion ran through the other boy's body, and Ichigo grabbed his cock, stroking firmly. It was too much for Ishida, who lifted his head and slammed it back onto the table and screamed. His fingers clutched uselessly at the slick surface beneath him and his body jerked as semen poured onto his own belly and Ichigo's fingers.

He watched Ishida's face after, and, again, he couldn't convince himself that the experience of being on the bottom was all that fantastic. Being on top felt REALLY GOOD, and bottoming would have to be the opposite logically. Not that he was afraid of it or anything, really, and, since he'd been thinking it over, he was curious. He just wasn't sure it was something he wanted to try anytime soon. His heart beat erratically as they laid together in the musky afterglow, hoping Ishida wouldn't bring it up.

Ishida went home by himself after that, saying he still had a lot of homework to catch up on. Ichigo was confused, but not particularly distressed, and, after a week of the avoiding the subject, he figured it might be dropped for good.

He began to suspect otherwise when Ishida actually stopped by his house one afternoon to pick him up. He'd done it before; they'd gone off to "the library to study" on any number of Saturdays -- Ichigo had been worried once when he forgot to take books with him that his family might catch on, but no one said anything -- this time, Ishida had a curious look of purpose about him, a devious glint about his eyes. Ichigo was, in general, wary of devious glinting.

They made it to Ishida's apartment without incident, but Ichigo was becoming increasingly suspicious, especially when Ishida seemed inclined to ignore Ichigo's close scrutiny. They walked inside Ishida's spare apartment, and Ichigo let the door close behind him as he took in the familiar surroundings. He noted that Ishida had cleaned recently before turning his attention back to Ishida himself.

Ichigo eyed the other boy narrowly as Ishida moved around the apartment, shedding his jacket, shoes, and socks with the efficient precision he used whenever he had a specific goal in mind. Ichigo rested a hip against the wall and crossed his arms.

"So, are we going to do this topping thing now because you've decided you want to?"

Ishida startled, dropping his tie on the floor. His brow pinched as he bent to pick it up. "I wasn't ready before; I am now." As if that was a good excuse. And why was he so surprised that Ichigo had figured him out? Did he think he was going to spring it on Ichigo, like a trap?

"Well, what if I changed my mind since then?" Ishida wasn't the only one who could hold out on sex. Maybe Ichigo would top forever! So there.

Ishida was visibly flustered; his fingers twitched at his sides and he kept scrunching his nose to adjust the placement of his glasses, which weren't askew. "You aren't allowed to do that!"

"What? Why not?"

"Because that's not fair!" His cheeks flushed, in anger or embarrassment.

Ichigo yelled stupid insults at him while Ishida walked tight, barefoot circles at the foot of his bed. The argument ended the way most of their arguments did: they moved closer to each other in the heat of fighting, and Ichigo wound up tackling Ishida to the ground. If nothing else, kissing him made him SHUT UP.

To his surprise, Ishida rolled them over so he was on top, sitting astride Ichigo's stomach, and he proceeded to undress Ichigo with an intensity of determination he'd never seen before.

When Ishida's hand closed around Ichigo's cock, he figured, hey, whatever, who cared what stupid mind games Ishida had been playing? Sex was pretty awesome. Ichigo arched into the touch, sliding out of his pants as he did.

Ishida stared into his eyes as he stroked firmly. "Do you want me to do this?" His tone didn't brook for disagreement, and Ichigo would have laughed at his attempts to be intimidating and dominant if he weren't occupied with feeling really good.

"Yeah," he conceded after a moment. If he tried to battle Ishida about it now, who knew when they'd have sex again.

"Good," Ishida replied, taking his hand away. "I think it would be best if we did this on the bed, with you on all fours and me behind you. What's your opinion?"

"Uhhh... all right?"

Ishida stood, shucked the remainder of his clothing (and did a funny little skipping step when he attempted to kick out of his underpants while he was walking), and produced his Omnipresent Lube from a desk drawer. Ishida's ability to always have lubricant handy had long since stopped surprising Ichigo. He just pulled off his shirt and briefs and got on his hands and knees on Ishida's bed.

He immediately felt stupid, and extremely exposed. He remembered again why he'd had apprehensions about being the one on the bottom in the first place, and his erection began to wane. Backing out was an impossibility, though. Ishida would never let him live it down.

The mattress shifted as Ishida knelt on the bed behind him, and Ichigo reminded himself that if Ishida could love the cock, so could he, right? Right. He heard the familiar sound of the lube uncapping, and then nothing. Ishida was quiet for so long, he started to worry.

"Are... are you doing something strange back there?" Ichigo asked nervously. He felt so vulnerable with his exposed ass in the air like that and unable to see what Ishida up to.

"Strange?" Ishida asked. "I suppose you could call it queer." Ichigo sighed. The odd thing was, he couldn't quite tell if Ishida was joking. Either way, it was a goofy thing to say in the middle of what they were doing.

"Well what's taking you so long? Did you forget what goes where?" If it were possible to glare a hole through fabric, Ishida's bed would have been a smoldering ruin. Ishida said nothing, and Ichigo was preparing to bitch again when he felt the pressure of fingers on his hip, and then... something sliding into him.

He stiffened, tightening every muscle in his body, which didn't really hinder the progress of Ishida's fingers in his ass. With an undignified, high-pitched wheeze, he sucked in a giant breath, as much as his lungs could hold.

"I was just warming up the lube," Ishida said conversationally, pushing his fingers around. "You know, this a much less shocking experience when it's at least room temperature."

"You should WARN me when you're about to do that!" Ichigo shouted in a rush as he released all the air he'd been holding in. "THAT would probably be EVEN LESS surprising."

"Oh. Sorry." He didn't sound sorry. Fucker. ...Literally. Goddamnit.

Ichigo moved his knees farther apart, trying to accommodate the intrusion that wouldn't stop wiggling. "You know, if you had a problem with cold lube, you could have said something, instead of sneak-attacking my asshole to make a point."

Ishida made a noise that could have been agreement or dismissal; it was difficult to tell sometimes. At any rate, he didn't stop moving his fingers in and out of Ichigo, twisting them occasionally and making Ichigo's whole body spasm in discomfort.

It took all the patience in Ichigo's soul to not stand up and call the whole thing off when Ishida added another finger, stretching Ichigo with an utter lack of finesse. "This had better be worth it," he said through gritted teeth. Ishida ignored him.

"This would be much easier if you relaxed a little." Ichigo acknowledged this was probably true, in spite of Ishida being a total jackass. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, trying not to tense up every time a callused knuckle breached him. Slowly, he unwound, assisted by a soothing petting motion Ishida made on his thigh that made him feel stupid, but was nevertheless helpful.

Finally, FINALLY, Ishida removed his hand, and Ichigo could feel him lining up behind him. All his prior anxiety (not fear, he wasn't afraid) came rushing back to him the moment the head of Ishida's penis pushed in. Ichigo went rigid again; this was more than just fingers, this was hot and thick and hard and Ishida's dick, sweet fancy Jesus. The pressure was incredible and unrelenting, and he broke into a fine sweat as he tried to forcibly relax himself in spite of his every instinct. It seemed like ages before Ishida was all the way in, flush against him, his pubic hair pricking the sensitive skin of Ichigo's ass.

He was... full. Occupied where he had never had anything pushed in to him before. It wasn't unpleasant, really, but it was weird as fuck. He felt warm everywhere, and a strange weight had settled in his chest, just under his ribcage, making him anxious. While Ishida wasn't moving, it just sort of felt like a shit that wouldn't come out. Not particularly sexy, but not as bad as he'd been thinking it would be.

His senses, first narrowed to the confines of his own skin, expanded outward. Ishida's hands were on his hips, his fingers digging almost painfully into the flesh, but his thumbs running in gentle little circles. Ishida's legs were pressed to his, holding his knees apart. Ichigo shifted his legs again in an attempt to relieve the foreign pressure in his ass, to no avail. The movement only drew his attention to the thing -- Ishida's dick! his mind reminded, Ishida has HIS DICK IN YOU -- inside him.

Then, Ishida moved, and he had to struggle to keep his bearings. It was unlike anything he'd felt before; he wanted to say it was uncomfortable, but it felt good. He couldn't quite handle the rush of new sensation; his brain was on overload. Unable to support the weight, his arms collapsed, his head resting on his hand. As Ishida became more enthusiastic, heat built up in Ichigo, starting in the pit of his stomach. It writhed and sent hot shockwaves through his chest, demanding more. The buildup of excitement and energy was infuriating, and Ichigo felt like he had to scream or tear something apart to release it. He bit his own hand, groaning long, low noises like some large animal in distress. He couldn't stop himself, even if he did sound horrible. He was going to go insane if he didn't do something.

It came to him suddenly: like hell he was going to let Ishida control the whole situation. Ichigo braced himself with his arms and thrust backward out-of-synch with Ishida and got sharp hipbones directly in his ass as a result. Both cried out, but Ishida paused. Ichigo took the opportunity to set the pace, moving his hips, pulling Ishida into his rhythm. He realized all at once how hard he was, achingly hard, and he would absolutely burst if Ishida touched him.

He was about to ask Ishida to do just that when the other boy came. Ichigo wanted to yell at him for finishing before he could take care of Ichigo's arousal, even as Ishida was spasming in the throes of orgasm, but the strangeness of the feeling overrode his motor function. "Gluhhh," was all he managed to get out before Ishida collapsed on his back, arms dangling on either side of Ichigo's body.

This was definitely uncomfortable. They were sticking together in so many places he almost wanted to jump directly into the shower, but he was still hard, and about to chew through his own arms in frustration. Ishida, letting Ichigo support his dead weight, fumbled around blindly until he found Ichigo's erection and jerked him off with quick strokes. Ichigo came almost at once with a bitten-off yell, and then let his legs gave out, pinning Ishida's hand between a puddle of semen on the mattress and Ichigo's genitals.

Both boys made a disgusted noise and rolled away from each other, Ishida regarding his hand with something akin to horror. After a moment, he seemed to decide it wasn't worth the effort to clean up, because he let his arm flop back onto the bed.

"I think," Ishida said slowly, between heavy breaths, "we should do that again."

Well, all things considered, it really hadn't been that bad of an experience. "It would have been better if I could have come during sex," Ichigo grumbled.

"You whine a lot, Kurosaki."

"Roast in hell." Ichigo stretched, distantly noting the sore and aching parts of his body. They weren't really a concern right now. The boys breathed side-by-side, sweaty, sticky, worn out, for long minutes.

Ishida's eyes were closed, his breathing deep and regular enough for him to be asleep when Ichigo nudged him sharply.

"You see?" He smirked. "That's how you bottom like a man."

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