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Revenge of The Nerds......Bad Boys Edition	By : Sexybvirgo Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I Do Not Own Any Of The Characters! (Only The Plot!)
A/N: This chapter, the last and the several coming up run concurrently.
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The Fall
IchigoXUryuu
He dealt Ichigo the full measure of his displeasure, eyes hot as the ginger sauntered into his field of vision. The berry wore a small smirk of self satisfaction as he took one of the rapidly vacated seats across from him. He folded his large frame with unaccustomed grace, causing Uryuu to glare harder. The sight alone was enough to raise unwanted physical reactions that made the room hotter, made the world blur a little around the edges. Uryuu looked away as he fidgeted in his seat and tried to tamp down the carnal emotions with cool logic. And that was not meant to be. All he could see in his mind's eye was the way Ichigo had felt against him, how good he'd tasted. The way the golden body had looked naked and sweating above his.
"How was your shooting?"
"Dead On!" Uryuu snapped not looking in the ginger's direction, trying and failing to control his bodily impulse. "And now I'm going to do my homework." He made to exit the booth from the other side and Ichigo's hand wrapped around his wrist arresting his escape.
"Leaving so soon?" Ichigo's smirk was way to knowledgable for a peaceful mental state.
"Had I known that you would be here, I would have been gone sooner," Uryuu responded with a patently false, sweet smile.
"Oh!" Ichigo covered his heart with a large palm. "Still shooting to kill I see." His voice lowered as each of the occupants of his booth were tugged away. Divide and Conquer, Uryuu thought sourly. His eyes drifted over to Fai, the wildcard, and he a felt a shiver shake up his spine at the picture. Though the behemoths expression was benign, his physical posture reeked of aggression. It was even more reason for him to worry. It didn't matter what the flighty blonde thought, the dark giant was as intent on collaring him as the others were for them.
"Yeah, so just stand over there." He indicated a spot directly before him. The suggestion didn't go over as well as he thought and Ichigo laughed aloud, his eyes sparkling.
"Fighting hard," he murmured. "I thought that you could come over and do your homework at my house."
"No." Uryuu's negation was almost instantaneous with the request. "I'm not playing with you tonight," He snapped impatiently. "You kept me up too late last night." He rolled his eyes as Ichigo's smile widened.
"I promise that I won't keep you up late."
Yeah Right! He'd said the same thing yesterday and the result was a tired, emotionally wrung out Uryuu. "I don't think you have the restraint in you," he deadpanned. "You're going to have to drag me out of here.
The gleam in Ichigo's eyes brightened. "I love a good fight. Just so that we're clear are you leaving here over my shoulder or am I carrying you bridal style?" His golden head tipped forward, waiting for Uryuu to pick. Uryuu who was stock still. The fucking berry was so stubborn, he didn't put it past him to actually carry him out of the cafe. And straight to his bed. Would it be any different if he walked there of his own accord? He took in Ichigo's patient wait. Obviously not. His shoulders slumped in defeat, skin tingling as he recalled the familiar way that Ichigo had had his hands on him.
Fingers tracing his opening, probing gently, his mouth slicking over his deliriously happy cock.
"Fine! Fine! I'll do homework at your place. But once I'm done you're taking me back to my dorm!"
Ichigo's smile was blinding. "Okay, once we are done I will take you back to your dorm."
Uryuu's mouth stretched, moans issuing from his throat as the berry sucked him off, fingers steadily readying his body.
Uryuu didn't move, expression wary. Ichigo was giving in way too easy. Which meant he was up to something.
"C'mon."
Before he was any where near figuring out the puzzle that Ichigo was, the berry was pulling him from the cafe, leading him to a low slung champagne white corvette, opening the door with gracious flair. He was distracted by his thoughts. That was the only way he could explain how Ichigo was able to spirit him away so quickly and quietly. He avoided looking directly at the the too pleased berry, slipping in the cool interior of the car determined to undermine the tall animal that was set on taking over every aspect of his life. The soft, purring of the engine vibrated his seat, the close intimate atmosphere too much for his state of mind. He couldn't relax against the seat as the thumping, pulsing bass of 'Partition' began to play. Against his will, his eyes darted over to steal a glance at Ichigo. The berry was having more success with the whole relaxing thing, reclining in the leather seat, one hand firmly on the wheel. As Uryuu was spying, he turned his golden head and their eyes met and struck. Uryuu turned his face, the contact too sudden, the urge to throw himself beneath the ginger too sudden, instead choosing to focus on the scenery flowing past the car.
He jumped when a hand swept up his thigh, moving dangerously close to his interested head. His smarter head swung around so that he could glare. "Homework remember?"
Ichigo's smile was innocently flashy, his white teeth glinting in the dim light of the car. "Of course Uryuu. I'm on my best behavior."
Uryuu seriously doubted that. He was betting the ginger hadn't had a best behavior day since he'd left grade school. The look on his face said as much and Ichigo threw him a sly smirk before turning his eyes back to the road. He spent the rest of the ride in a haze, the tone of the sultry song beating within his blood, a strange numbness spreading like a balm to sooth the aching tenderness that beset his body. He angled himself closer to the door, too close to Ichigo in the small space.
"I'm not going to bite."
Uryuu looked up, startled out of his reverie just as Ichigo pulled to a stop in front of one of the most gorgeous buildings he'd ever seen. It was welcoming and foreboding at the same time, if that was at all possible. He stared at it, his stomach plummeting towards his feet. It represented his fall in his mental eye. He knew what walking willingly into that house meant. He would be giving his consent to let the berry devour him. Again.
Damn it!
He began to babble as Ichigo turned the key in the ignition, quieting the motor. "You know I've decided…to go to my own room for my…..Homework."
Ichigo's laughter was a sweet burst of sound in the confined space of the car. "Relax Uryuu. You're here now. Come inside. Look around."
Uryuu's look would have been enough to quell a lesser man. Ichigo didn't even blink, just held his eyes with a patience that he would not have contributed to the berry if he had not witnessed it for himself all ready. He reached out and tangled their fingers together. "Stop being scared. I said I'll take care of you and I will." His muscles clenched as he pulled Uryuu in. He stopped just short of connecting their lips, hazel eyes intent on his mouth. The eyes lifted and and that look was on his face again. The one that said he'd looked into Uryuu and saw every thing. Down to the deepest, darkest recesses of his heart. Said heart began to pound, pushing blood through his veins at an alarming rate. Uryuu swayed closer, unconsciously shortening the distance between their mouths. Realizing, he forced himself to freeze. He gulped, the sound audible in the hushed car.
Where the hell had his anger gone? When had it been replaced with this insidious feeling of needing? Or better yet when had the needing resurfaced? He thought that he'd quelled it. But it rode beneath his skin in a scalding rush. He could almost hear it. He backed up.
"Homework," reminded himself, saying it aloud for Ichigo's benefit.
The ginger grinned and popped the door open. "C'mon."
He was at Uryuu's door too soon. Uryuu's mouth pursed as he navigated the stone path aware of Ichigo behind him, aware of his gaze on every stride. He would be lying if he said that he coordinated his gait with that fervent gaze and he knew he was a goner then. He was obviously walking into a trap and that didn't deter him. He must be the most idiotic man on the earth. But there was no way that he could walk away now. If he did he would regret it for the rest of his life. He felt that as keenly as he'd felt anger the day before. He stepped to the side hastily to let Ichigo unlock the door. He stepped inside the darkened house, tracking Ichigo by sound as he flipped the light switch. He felt his eyes go wide as he got his first look into the Bad Boys domain.
He was surprised. It was immaculate. Not at all what he expected by a demesne occupied by young males. Instead it was done tastefully with an eye to detail. Suddenly he just wanted to go back the way that he'd come. He was a goner for sure. With that in mind he turned towards the door, only to run smack into Ichigo. The berry's hand curled around his elbow. Uryuu winced as the touch. When had the berry gotten behind him? As if he'd known exactly where Uryuu's thoughts would go.
"Do you like it?" The tone was redolent with laughter. "Not what you expected?"
"It's clean," Uryuu responded dryly, stepping back to dislodge the ginger's hand. He seemed to be backing away a lot lately. Something that was completely foreign to him. But then again being with Ichigo like this after years was a little foreign to him as well.
"I'll give you a special tour."
As the berry showed him around the surprisingly intimate house, Uryuu couldn't help but wonder if he'd done the same thing before and how many times. He found a sullen resentment building as he was led around. He was particularly impressed with the kitchen. It made him think of Fai and how he would love it. The living room was a little crowded for him, with the couches strewn in every available space. But it wasn't until Ichigo pulled him to the stairs that he really realized his position. The stairs no doubt led to the actual bedrooms. He tried to tell himself that his pulse didn't speed with excitement as he followed Ichigo up the stairs to the third level, taking each color scheme of the floors that they passed. He paused in the hallway that was decorated in cream and navy. He hesitated at the teakwood door, his hands shaking with his nervousness. Ichigo opened the door and nudged him in gently, looming over him.
He stepped onto plush carpet that was like unblemished snow. The room itself was done in a stark black and pristine white that were immediately marred as Ichigo dumped his backpack on a nearby desk done in pale blond wood that was dominated by a state of the art computer system. All the furniture was done in the same wood. From the shelves to the headboard of the bed. And the bed was massive. Uryuu found his attention arrested by it, his imagination supplanting an image of he and Ichigo tangled in it's center before he could tear his eyes away to study the entire room. A cream love seat took up one wall. Across from the bed an entertainment center stretched along the wall with a large tv and stereo system. A discreet door was situated next to it and it was this door that Ichigo opened, pulling off his sweat shirt to toss it in into the laundry basket. No doubt his movements were quick and efficient but Uryuu felt as if they were a deliberate strip show for him. His interested head perked up before his smarter head could prevail and he had to avert his eyes from the tantalizing sight of Ichigo showcased by the thin cotton t-shirt that clung to the corded muscles of his back. He imagined he could make out the scratches he knew were there.
His cheeks flamed with the thought and he was unprepared when Ichigo reappeared in front of him, that infuriating smugness coating his features once again.
"You like it."
Uryuu turned away instead of answering moving to the desk and began pulling books out of his backpack. He couldn't afford to be distracted no matter what his body was going through.
"Would you like anything?" Ichigo effortlessly pulled that focused attention to himself. Uryuu turned to answer, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in decades. "Water."
"Your wish is my command."
He was too conscious of Ichigo's departure, fully attuned to him. He sighed with relief as the tension evaporated with his absence, sitting at the desk. By the time that Ichigo returned he was fully immersed in his homework, focused on the business at hand. He grunted noncommittally when a bottle of chilled water appeared before him, accepting it without looking up. Long callused fingers stroked a sharp line down his spine, destroying his concentration but Ichigo was already moving away, escaping his scolding. He waited several seconds before throwing what he hoped was a discreet glance over his shoulder. Ichigo lounged on the couch, flipping through a magazine, his long form looking totally comfortable. Too comfortable. Uryuu wanted to toss himself in his lap and see how comfortable Ichigo could make him.
Adroit at reading his moods, Ichigo's eyes flicked up to meet his, dark with impatient thoughts. Uryuu 'eeped' silently and turned back to his books, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. What in the hell had he been thinking when he agreed to this? Determined not to let Ichigo get the best of him he pulled books from his bag and forced himself to focus entirely on the business at hand. Long minutes later, totally engrossed, he removed his jacket. For the next hour and a half he immersed himself in his work, his dedication to his grades overcoming personal yearnings. He went over everything meticulously making sure it up to his expectations. Finally he stretched, sighing as he leaned back in his chair. The quiet of the room penetrated his sense of well being an he again looked over his shoulder to place the berry.
The corners of his eyes widened slightly in surprise. It seemed that the time had proven too much for Ichigo. He was asleep on the couch, his head tilted in repose, the magazine hanging from limp fingers. Slowly, like a wary animal, Uryuu left his chair and inched forward, the chance to observe Ichigo at his most open highly compelling. When he was close enough, which was really too close in his opinion, he allowed himself to unabashedly study the ginger to his heart's content. Ichigo resembled nothing so much as a fallen angel, almost innocent in his slumber, all his intensity subdued for the moment. His wide, sensual mouth was relaxed, the pale ends of his lashes feathering across high, sharp cheekbones.
He really was too handsome for Uryuu's well being.
And because he couldn't resist, he reached out and stroked his fingers over the soft, tempting skin of his mouth.
And he had to smother the small sound of surprise when Ichigo's hand flashed out to snag his wrist, amber eyes blinking open sleepily. His lips curved beneath Uryuu's fingers.
"Ishida."
A full body shiver struck his vulnerable frame, the satiny mouth against his skin a memory in his blood. Face hot, he attempted to procure his hand and only succeeded in ending up sprawled across the ginger. They tangled as Uryuu attempted to liberate himself before his body betrayed him. Ichigo yanked him back down with the expedient nature of his large, strong palm around Uryuu's nape, his other arm sneaking around Uryuu's waist to hold him firm.
"Damn it! Let go!"
"Mnn….mmmnh. I don't want to." Ichigo nuzzled against his throat, against the red, angry mark that he'd left last night.
Uryuu stilled abruptly as he garnered how 'good' he felt to Ichigo. In the short tussle, Ichigo's body had gained rigid attention, his scent heated and aggressive as though he were marking his territory. The berry made a sound of approval.
"That's much better. You're always trying to run away from me."
Sudden irritation buzzed along Uryuu's skin. Not his, he realized as Ichigo tugged his head back so that he could glare at the pale raven. The lingering vestige of sleep evaporated completely. "That's not allowed," he sulked.
Uryuu almost sighed in exasperation, in fact barely refrained from it, not wanting to aggravate Ichigo any further.
"We discussed this," he whispered.
"Yeah, but I think it will take a while for you to gain my forgiveness. Maybe a lifetime. Yeah, maybe that would be enough time."
"You damned neanderthal, " Uryuu snapped, the tone of his voice almost affectionate. "You just want me under your thumb."
The thunderclouds cleared from Ichigo's face. "Yep," he admitted unashamedly. "You're done with your homework?"
He nodded, opened his mouth to demand that Ichigo take him home and gasped instead when Ichigo swept them up so that they were no longer lying prone. The move left him straddling Ichigo's hips which in no way was an improvement. The hard jut of Ichigo's cock pressed against him. His reaction was immediate, lust slamming into him. The hot, tempestuous need blared so loudly that he was surprised that Ichigo couldn't hear it.
Or maybe he could.
Ichigo's hands pressed down on his shoulders, sliding his jacket down his arms. "Off,' the berry growled, all playfulness gone.
Uryuu gauged his percentage of escape and decided that it was less than 0.01 percent with Ichigo's hands on him and him in Ichigo's lap. Ichigo's dextrous fingers were already working on the buttons of his shirt before he physically protested, his hands wrapping around strong, sinew ridden wrists. To his dismay, his slender fingers barely circled them. They hardly did anything to stop him.
"Ichigo!"
A savage glint lit the depths of Ichigo's amber eyes. "I want to fuck you right now."
Buttons whizzed through the air. Uryuu gaped down at his torn shirt and then back to Ichigo. His brow furrowed as desperate hurt leeched out of Ichigo. He seemed to absorb it, his pulse beating hard with the taste of it. He thought back to the desperate, hungry frustrated gaze of the golden lion who stalked him, his eyes never wavering. He shook with the remembrance. He traced the sweet curve of Ichigo's ears, pulling him down into a soft kiss, his anger gone, fled like something craven.
The raging tempest calmed immediately. He pressed gentle, tender kisses over Ichigo's face. "I'm sorry Ichigo. I-I'm-I didn't realize."
"You didn't? You didn't notice me drooling at the mouth like a rabid dog?" This time it was Ichigo who made the sound of exasperation, surging to his feet in an impressive show of strength, Uryuu clasped tightly in his arms. "Did you think that I was just playing with you?"
Ichigo tossed him on to the bed, his eyes blazing with righteous anger. Uryuu scrambled to his knees, sinking into the elegant mattress.
They met in the middle, his hands gripping Ichigo's hair, Ichigo gripping his waist as he tipped them over. His ginger divested him of his clothing fast, the sound of material hitting the floor inconsequential in their frenzied need of each other. And then he was naked under Ichigo, a position reminiscent of the night before. Ichigo nipped at his throat, his teeth worrying the flesh. Uryuu felt the present mark bloom darker, but in his present state didn't care.
Ichigo spread him out before him, hands strong, gaze raking over him firmly, every part of him getting their fair share of the attention. The quadrant of his pectoral; the flat line of his stomach; the smooth, veined flesh of his erection; the long, smooth curve of his thighs; the slender arch of his feet.
"You won't ever escape. You will belong to me always."
The words were superfluous. Ichigo was already stripping his clinging, black t-shirt muscles bunching and releasing with his edgy movement. He didn't remove his sweat pants, only taking care to unsheathe the rampant length of his cock. He rose over Uryuu, leaning over to press a secret lever in the headboard of his bed. Hs mouth crashed into Uryuu's at the same time and it was all the raven could do to keep his mind from bowing under the insensibility of desire. His tongue pushed strongly, breeching the tender portal of Uryuu's mouth, tasting every little corner, claiming Uryuu for his own. He sealed their lips together ensuring that Uryuu couldn't breath without him, tongue plunging so deep in his throat, sensual death hovered on the horizon; making sure that without his breath, Uryuu was nothing.
Uryuu keened as slick fingers pressed against his ruched opening, taking care to linger over every crease before dipping gently inside his small, tight, passage. He squirmed as the first finger embedded deep within him, drawing a pained sound from his lips. The strawberry took care to move slowly even in his carnal haste, rubbing calloused pads over his most intimate flesh until Uryuu was writhing and crying out beneath him. The second finger pushed him to the acute edge of pleasure/pain barely brushing against the center of his most sensitive zone. His hips jerked forward at the sensation, his mouth falling open.
Ichigo was going to kill him, his touch and his scent causing his skin to tighten across his bones.
Ichigo's mouth stayed busy as he rotated his fingers gently, stretching him open slowly. Biting kisses led a pathway from his lips to his swollen nipples, their trail clear. Sharp teeth, grazed responsive flesh and Uryuu's cries continued to bounce off the walls, egging the ginger on. But he was blind to all, the only matter that was important was getting the Berry inside of him as fast as he could so he could soothe the burning ache that tortured him. Ichigo reared back, his pupils blown with hunger, his mouth stretched into a smile of carnal cruelty.
Uryuu shuddered as the gingers clever fingers press solidly against the center of his delight, robbing him of speech. He made up for it, cinching his thighs tight, pushing against the fingers.
"Do you want me?"
The question reached him from far away and he tried to get his lust bleary eyes to focus. He nodded. "Yes." Later the sound of his voice would shame him, but now it only stoked his desire higher.
"Good."
The blunt head of Ichigo's cock pressed against him, and he gasped .
Ichigo began to sink into him.
"Ichigo!"
He moaned, every inch that his berry gained sending hot streaks of craving down his spine. The pain didn't lessen them. The thought of his tyrant didn't cool the scalding fire. He couldn't get away so he squeezed Ichigo tighter, his narrow channel clamping down to hold Ichigo hostage inside him. Ichigo hissed, sinking into his dark warmth. He slid in until his balls thumped against his bottom.
An earthquake of pleasure trembled both of them. The dual sensations from two ends of the sensation spectrum suspended Uryuu on the line of falling over completely and granting Ichigo all access to him. But he knew it was only a matter of time even as his hips lifted, urging Ichigo to continue with his ravishment. His world rolled over as the sharp felicity stabbed into his gut. Ichigo felt so good inside of him, stretching him to his limit, the club of hot, hard flesh rubbing the place that made his mouth go slack in wonder. A rainbow of colors and emotions flashed behind his closed eyelids.
When had he closed them?
He jerked as Ichigo pulled out of him, then plunged back in, his patience completely shattered, his hand curling around Uryuu's private flesh possessively. Uryuu felt every plunge and retreat, his mind gone with pleasure. The petting fingers only made it worse and his gyrations took on a life of their own as he sought the higher heights of carnal greed. His fingers sank into golden skin, leaving blood filled crescents. Ichigo grunted, his hips stuttering before he regained his rhythm, his voice harsh.
"You won't be going anywhere Ishida. You belong to me always."
He slammed back inside the tight sheath that welcomed him wholeheartedly, his expression all satisfied smugness. Oh how Uryuu hated that look. But he couldn't have prevented it unless he curtailed his surrender.
With the blinding, white river of orgasm burning him, sweeping him away, that just wasn't possible. So he gave himself up to it, Ichigo's thrusting strokes delicious; the delirious flash of completion delirious; Ichigo's hand pumping his cock sublime.
Blind to a world without pleasure, Uryuu fell.
Hopelessly and irrevocably.
ROTN
He woke in the deep, dark confines of Ichigo's room, at first confused until he registered the heavy arm across his waist and the heat of Ichigo's mouth running down his spine. He blinked rapidly into the darkness as he tried to gain his bearings.
"Ichigo."
His name was a whispered plea on his lips as the berry flipped him onto his stomach, knees tucked beneath him, Ichigo's hands and mouth assaulted sensitive, aching flesh. Ichigo had no fucking shame. Uryuu shivered as Ichigo spread him wide, his large palms engulfing the firm globes of his ass. He froze, ass in the air, his asshole exposed to the perverted six foot blonde that refused to release him. Warm breath gusted over his hole, and his hands trembled where they clutched the sheets, the feeling was so good. So tantalizing. Jus that small contact and his ass was twitching, inviting a more direct touch. He wanted that touch, longed for it. The streaks of pleasure hinted at the sublime. He sweated, pressing his face against the cool sheets. The big lion chuckled behind him, noting his reaction.
"Ishida I want to taste you.."
His dick went rock hard, pleasure/pain darts shooting up the taut skin, He pushed his hips up higher, knowing what the ginger wanted, the memory from that day bright,hot and fresh.
"Please taste me," he husked, lost to the pleasure that Ichigo had instituted into his life. Every time the lion touched him, he felt good beyond his imagination. This time was no different. He moaned low and long as Ichigo probed gently with the tip of his tongue. He opened his legs wider, fighting against Ichigo's iron grip, He just wanted more.
"Good boy," Ichigo crooned, his voice dark and hungry his eyes partially closed. The flat of his tongue stroked across his plump, swollen opening, lapping with barely there strokes, the tip of his tongue catching at the center of his hole, making him shake with desperate lust. He clutched the sheet to his face as Ichigo made another pass, continuing his torture. The tip of Ichigo's tongue pressed against his throbbing center and he gasped as his body opened eagerly for the width of that sliding tongue
"Nhhggh!" He muffled his torn cry in the sheet as Ichigo stretched his already swollen flesh, sinking deep into him. Licking over the walls of his ass...
Uryuu's eyes fluttered as the pleasure suffused his entire being. Ichigo's tongue was thick, not as thick as his delicious cock of course, but still too much for the slender column of his anus and his body clamped down on the invading tongue like it wanted to keep it, instead of kicking it out. His hips jerked up, would have dislodged that wonderful tongue had Ichigo not been holding him. And his golden lion was far from releasing him. He tightened his hold even more as he he began to stab his hardened tongue deep into his core.
"Fuck!" He pushed back, delirious with the pleasure, his body taking the lead. "Just, just fuck me already!" He demanded, imperious as he always was.
"Mmmnh. I thought you'd never ask," Ichigo husked, his tongue sliding out out him.
Uryuu panted as Ichigo rose up behind him, the anticipation almost obscene he was so eager. He groaned as Ichigo pressed deep, the blunt head of his cock breeching his wet slick channel easily. The pleasure washed over him, Ichigo fulfilling the promise of his lust as he stroked softly, then thrust firmly. Until he was a writhing mass of sensation beneath him, filled and stuffed full of cock.
And it was over for him. He acknowledged it, falling in the white furor of his orgasm, the tendrils of nirvana wrapping and cinching tight around him.
He couldn't lie to himself anymore.
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