|For The Record
Author: Broken Promises 22 PM
Uryū doesn't realize how free he gets with words when he's with Ichigo. That is, until Ichigo decides to record him.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Ichigo K. & Uryuu I. - Words: 1,327 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 11 - Published: 09-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8507532
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Title → For The Record
Anime → Bleach
Pairing → IchiIshi; Ichigo Kurosaki/Uryū Ishida
Rated → M
Summary → Uryū doesn't realize how free he gets with words when he's with Ichigo. That is, until Ichigo decides to record him.
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"I don't know what you're talking about," Uryū snapped at his older boyfriend, Ichigo.
They had arrived at Uryū's place. They just wanted a place to rest and be alone, as always, but this time they didn't have to worry about anything disturbing them. The town seemed too low on the Hollow scale.
They were dead tired after walking for so long. Uryū could only manage to kiss Ichigo before he got too lazy and settled for lying in Ichigo's arms.
He was perfectly content, until Ichigo started laughing.
Uryū had turned a confused eye to Ichigo, asking what was so funny. Ichigo told him he was laughing at a memory of them having sex.
"I didn't think I was that bad," The Quincy had pouted.
The substitute Soul Reaper had laughed some more, shaking his head at what the Quincy had said.
"You're not bad; I just can't stop laughing at how free you are with what you say when you're in the moment."
That set off a string of arguments that the orange haired boy wasn't prepared for. He tried to tell the Quincy that it was okay that he liked to talk to dirty, but Uryū had denied the entire thing.
"You may not remember, because I know I can fuck you senseless sometimes, but trust me, you have a bad mouth on you," Ichigo laughed.
"You hardly do me senseless because I know that I don't have a bad mouth," Uryū said frustrated. He broke free from Ichigo's arms and went to his own bed.
"Pretty Uryū, c'mon," Ichigo pleaded. "You can't be fucking serious about this?"
"It's Ishida," he glared at the orange haired boy. "Maybe, if you admit that I'm right for once, I'll come back over to you."
The Quincy turned away from the Substitute Soul Reaper again, too angry now to relax and fall asleep. He heard movement from behind him, but he tried to ignore it.
Curiosity definitely killed the cat.
Uryū turned his head to see Ichigo standing over his duffel bag, wearing only his boxers, which distracted Uryū for a moment.
"What are you doing?" The navy-blue haired boy asked after he tore his eyes from Ichigo's backside.
"I'm proving to you that I'm right," Ichigo said with his back still facing the Quincy. He threw several articles of clothing across the room before he found the desired item.
"A tape recorder?" Uryū raised his eyebrows. "What are you going to do? Have sex with me and force me to say stuff?"
"Of course not, Ishida," Ichigo smiled as he crawled on the bed. He cuddled with Uryū, thankful he didn't bolt from his embrace again. "I already recorded you."
"What?" Uryū yelled. "You sick, twisted Soul Reaper!"
Ichigo could only do what he knew what shut the archer up. He pulled Uryū closer to him and crashed his lips on his. He knew all was forgiven when Uryū parted his lips, allowing the spiky headed boy to slip his tongue inside his mouth.
He pulled away, desperately trying to ignore the pleading look in the archer's eyes.
"Before we get to the good stuff," Ichigo smiled, "You should hear this tape and maybe you'll feel compelled to apologize to me."
"You wish," Uryū muttered.
"Just freaking listen," Ichigo smirked. He pressed play on the small, black recorder and waited. All they could hear so far was static.
"Yup, I'm such a dirty talker," Uryū licked his lips.
"Give it a second."
The navy-blue haired boy rolled his eyes and moved closer to the recorder. Pretty soon he heard a shuffling noise, which he figured were the sheets being pulled back on the bed. He had no idea when the Substitute Soul Reaper taped him, so he couldn't be sure.
He heard a moan, which was then followed by a hiss. "What are you doing to me?"
The orange haired boy turned toward his boyfriend with another smirk. "I'm pretty sure this was when I was biting your nipples."
The Quincy blushed before listening to the recorder again. He was shocked when he heard his voice for the first time.
"Suck my cock, Kurosaki."
"Believe me now?" Ichigo laughed.
"I love your mouth around my hard cock."
Uryū couldn't believe his ears! He didn't remember ever saying those words, but it was clear as day that that was him.
"Fine, you were right," Uryū sighed as he blushed and pushed his glasses up his nose. "You can turn it off now."
"Let's leave it on," Ichigo said. "I taped you for a reason. It's hot as hell."
The Quincy pulled the flat pillow over his head in an attempt to block out his own voice. The pillow was soon ripped from his head by the orange haired boy and he was forced to listen.
"We haven't even gotten to the part when I put it in you," Ichigo said as he pushed fast forward on the device. He pressed play after a few minutes where Uryū heard himself curse very loudly.
"I think that's when I hit your prostate," Ichigo nodded with a serious look on his face.
The archer covered his face with hands to hide the blush that refused to go away.
'Harder, Kurosaki,' Uryū moaned. 'I wanna cum so fucking badly.'
Uryū couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the recorder and pressed stop. He rose from the bed and threw the blasted thing back in Ichigo's bag where it belonged.
"You need some help with that?" Ichigo pointed toward Uryū's erection.
Uryū looked down and screamed in frustration. He didn't even realize how badly his own words were affecting him. He glared at Ichigo, but faltered a little when he saw that the spiky headed boy was hard too.
"No, I can take care of it myself, thank you," Uryū huffed. He got back in bed, but made sure Ichigo knew that no touching was going to take place that night.
"Don't be upset because you're a sore loser," Ichigo said.
"I'm upset that you can be such a hypocrite," The Quincy said. "You can't tell me you didn't hear yourself on that tape?"
"Yea, I heard myself, but at least I kept my lines clean," The Substitute Soul Reaper said in the Quincy's ear before he nibbled on it.
Uryū moaned before he pulled away. "No, you weren't talking dirty, you became a big softy."
"I don't know what you're fucking talking about," Ichigo said getting defensive.
"I may have talked dirty, but at least I didn't say the words, 'I'll do anything for you, pretty Uryū, just tell me how you want it.'"
"Damn it! That couldn't be heard," Ichigo said getting nervous.
"Then I'll just have to record you and see how you like it," Uryū laughed.
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