Short-fics: 4 Chad/Uryuu, 4 Chad/Orihime/Uryuu
Today I'm posting the Bleach short fics from my prompt requests at y-gallery :) I forget how long it takes to format these things for livejournal XD
In this batch: 4 Chad/Uryuu and 4 Chad/Orihime/Uryuu short fics
Ratings: G to NC-17
Wordcount: about 6000 words total, prompt fills range from ~200 to ~1050 words
with the prompts: Chad's hard day + foot rub; making clothes; Chad and Uryuu as kids; "action" movie
for mistr3ssquickly: Chad's had a hard day - life isn't easy for a big gaijin in Japan - and Uryuu decides to cheer him up with a foot-rub. Cuddles, kisses, and massive amounts of sap are required. Bonus points if someone catches them cuddling and finds it absolutely hilarious. ~1050 words
Chad's broad shoulders slumped as if he were trying to curl in upon himself. Uryuu watched him with concern as he dropped his bag on the floor just inside the hotel room door. Uryuu stretched, glad to be off the bus, where he'd spent three long hours sandwiched between Chad and the streaky bus window. The tight space he didn't mind near so much as the sheer discomfort Chad broadcasted for the whole trip.
Just looking at him had made Uryuu uncomfortable; one shoulder and one leg extended out into the aisle, simply because they wouldn't fit in the little space allotted him, the other knee digging into the back of the seat in front of him. The man in the seat ahead had given him dirty looks each time they hit a bump, and probably would have actually said something, had Chad not been the towering, imposing foreigner that he was.
"I'm going to take a shower," Chad muttered, and Uryuu flattened his lips. Then he busied himself with unpacking as he heard the hiss of the showerhead, almost wishing he had gone along with Ichigo and Keigo and Mizuiro to get dinner. Chad needed his space and privacy right now, after having none at all for the past four hours of being stared at and talked about and squeezed into spaces built for small Japanese people.
But they were here to relax, on the last trip they'd take together as a group before graduating high school and going their different ways, and hopefully Chad would be able to. Uryuu smiled as he folded a pair of underwear into the little cubicle-drawer of the dresser. Maybe he could get a head-start on the relaxing.
If Chad was amenable to it, anyway.
Chad exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a terry-cloth robe that rode up above mid-thigh on him and exposed most of his forearms. Uryuu hid his smile; even if Chad did look quite nice with such a long expanse of dark thigh showing, Uryuu didn't think he wanted to be reminded of it.
"Hey," Uryuu said, standing. "Do you feel better?"
"A little," Chad said, sitting on the hideously-patterned hotel couch.
Uryuu stepped toward him, and before he talked himself out of it, he knelt at Chad's feet.
Chad tilted his head, the corner of his mouth slightly curling up.
"I just... " Uryuu wasn't sure how to say it, so instead he sat and took one of Chad's feet into his hands. I wish people didn't have to stare, I wish you weren't uncomfortable all the time. I like you exactly the way you are. He didn't say anything, all of those statements beyond him. Instead he squeezed Chad's foot gently, then carefully ran his thumbs up along the underside, from his heel to just under his toes.
Chad's lips evened out, the other side curling up into a true smile. Uryuu smiled back and rubbed Chad's foot, alternating between little circles with his thumbs and long, sweeping motions, and after a minute or so, he felt Chad relax. It wasn't much, but it was something. Uryuu gently placed the foot into his lap and grasped the other one, then got to work.
He rubbed between the toes of Chad's long, well-shaped feet, noting how long the toes were, how smoothly the arch curved, the warm brown shade of the skin. He rubbed up Chad's calf, massaging the muscle there gently, then moved back down. Something about this, attempting to soothe Chad with the warm afternoon light glowing through the paper window-shades, was soothing him as well, and he felt slightly sleepy and warm and nice.
"I like your feet," he said quietly, gliding his thumbs along the heel.
"My big feet," Chad said, and the rare hint that it really did bother him made Uryuu frown up at him.
"Your nice feet. Your perfectly-shaped, perfectly-sized feet."
Chad smiled, but his shoulders had gone slightly tense again, and Uryuu sighed. "They're perfect because they're your feet. And you're perfect."
And then Uryuu's mouth slammed shut, because whatever filters he'd thought he possessed to keep him from saying such trite, mushy things obviously did not exist.
But then Chad smiled wider, warm and happy, and Uryuu wouldn't have taken it back for the world. He just knew that Chad wanted to hug him, so he knelt up and let Chad gather him into his arms, let Chad drag him into his lap. With Chad's arms wrapped around him, he pressed his face into the soft terrycloth over Chad's hard shoulder, and wrapped his arms around Chad's neck. Chad's big hands caressed him from shoulders to hips, and Uryuu felt his whole body go warm when Chad tilted his head down to kiss Uryuu, and Uryuu wondered if he should maybe say things like that more often.
He was breathing harder when they pulled apart, lips wet and tingling.
"You know," Chad said, letting his nose glide along Uryuu's cheek, then kissing the corner of his mouth. "I think you're perfect, too."
"Oh, wow, seriously?" Ichigo asked no one in particular, startling Uryuu. Ichigo was at the door, laughing, the jacket he must have forgotten in his hand. Uryuu repressed the urge to hide his face against Chad's neck, like a little girl would do.
"I am so glad Keigo's already halfway convinced me to switch rooms," Ichigo said, shaking his head. "So yeah, it's all yours," he said, and then he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Uryuu made a frustrated noise, then looked at Chad, expecting him to be equally chagrined. But instead, Chad looked pleased, and not in the least bit embarrassed.
"We've got the place to ourselves," Chad rumbled, hand lightly squeezing Uryuu's hip.
Uryuu's discomfort evaporated quickly, at that. "Good." And the way Chad smiled at him brought a dozen mushy phrases to mind.
And he thought that maybe later, he might even say some of them.
***
for veniachan: making clothes ~900 words
Uryuu taped down the last corner of the wrapping paper with a smile. He'd finished just in time; Sado's party was due to start in half an hour, and Uryuu had cut it close.
But he'd managed, over the past month, to covertly sew Sado six new shirts. Now Sado didn't have to wear those horrible patterned shirts anymore.
Sado looked at the big box with a vague smile when Uryuu showed up on his doorstep. Orihime took it from him and placed it on the table with the other gifts, where its size drew the eye. It sat there, unopened, for nearly an hour, during which Uryuu was inwardly writhing in impatience. He didn't give gifts often--hadn't really had the opportunity. And he'd thought long and hard over this, and worked feverishly to finish it in time.
Once Sado finally began opening the gifts, however, Uryuu began to wish he'd given his present to Sado in private. Because the first gift, from Ichigo, was a bright blue and orange monstrosity of a shirt... one which Sado liked so much, he shucked his current shirt right there in the middle of the room and put it on immediately. Uryuu couldn't stop looking at it as Sado continued unwrapping, couldn't stop wondering if he'd made a misstep.
Sado saved Uryuu's gift for last, and Uryuu was silent as Sado carefully unwrapped the package. From the box, he withdrew the sedate, sober garments, smiling wider with each one he unpacked.
"Thank you, Ishida," he said once they were laid out in front of him.
"You're welcome," Uryuu said, returning his smile weakly. When Sado began unbuttoning his new blue and orange shirt to pull on a dusty green dress shirt, Uryuu wanted to tell him Stop, wanted to tell him, You don't have to put that on. Please.
Because Uryuu had begun to suspect that he'd been utterly wrong about why Sado wore the clothes he wore. It might not be that Sado was too big to buy decent clothing in his size... it might just be that he bought the clothes that he liked. And that Uryuu had just made a blunder. As a wife might buy her husband clothing as a hint that he didn't know how to dress himself, Uryuu had just done the same to Sado. And they weren't even dating.
But he hadn't meant to.
Uryuu didn't sulk, he didn't frown about the party... he didn't want to ruin it for anyone. But he winced inwardly every time he saw the pile of crumpled wrapping paper on the table.
Perhaps an hour after the gifts had been given, Sado took Uryuu by the arm and drew him outside the apartment.
"Thank you again," Sado said quietly.
Miserably, Uryuu nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" Sado asked, tilting his head. The green, hand-tailored shirt looked really good on him, and somehow, that made Uryuu feel even worse.
"I was presumptuous." Uryuu said. "I never realized you actually liked... "
He trailed off when he realized that Sado was smiling at him.
"You thought because I was so big," Sado said, and he left the rest of the sentence unsaid.
"Yes," Uryuu said, squinting up. "I should have asked. I didn't mean to insult you."
Sado's smile widened, and he rested a big hand on Uryuu's shoulder. "You didn't insult me. Three years ago, Zack's wasn't here."
It was Uryuu's turn to tilt his head in confusion.
"Zack's. Where I shop now," Sado said. "There was only the drug store downtown that sold clothing big enough. They had a rack of clothing for tourists, I guess. In the summer, they had some Hawaiian shirts on sale, really cheap. So I bought a lot of them."
"Oh," Uryuu said. Sado's hand still hadn't left his shoulder, and he didn't make a move lest Sado realize that.
"Ichigo thought I must really like them," Sado said, and again, he didn't finish the thought.
But Uryuu could finish it for him. "So he keeps buying them for you. And you keep wearing them, just because he gives them to you."
Sado grinned and let his hand slide down Uryuu's arm. "I like them okay. They're not that bad, are they?"
Uryuu thought about it... yes, they were hideous. But as much as he liked Sado in this shirt, and as good as he thought Sado would look in the other shirts he'd made... he thought a part of him might actually miss the bright, patterned shirts if Sado stopped wearing them. "I guess they're not," Uryuu said finally.
"But I like this shirt better," Sado said, his voice soft, reaching out to gently squeeze Uryuu's shoulder again. His thumb brushed, feather-light, against Uryuu's collarbone when he slid the hand away. Then he smiled at Uryuu one more time and re-entered his apartment.
Uryuu could only stand there for a minute, with a silly, secret smile on his flushed face.
***
for neeko: Something cute of them as kids - Ishida being bullied for being good at sewing (though not really touched by it), and Chad stepping up as the heroic, big boy he is ~200 words
"Nerd!" Came the cat-calls, tiny six-year-old voices piping, full of scorn. "Dork! Little girl!"
Uryuu ignored them with an arrogant tilt of his head, a move he'd picked up from his father, and continued sewing.
"He's making a dress for his dollies!" he heard, and he frowned, wondering if he should correct them. Because he was making a dress for his mother's doll. It was a beautiful porcelain doll, a collectible, and her birthday was tomorrow. And she loved the things he made her.
"Sissy! You're such a..."
The teasing voices died suddenly, and Uryuu looked up to see a boy standing in front of him, tall and dark-skinned and silent. His mere presence had shut the other children up.
The little group wandered off, in search of something more interesting, and the tall boy sat beside Uryuu without a word. Uryuu smiled at him, glad he could finally work in peace, and went back to his sewing.
***
for Chem: Chad/Uryuu watching a movie! Chad wanted an action flick and Uryuu wanted something less...noisy but went to the action flick and got more action than what the film itself was showing. ~400 words
Action flicks are too loud, Uryuu had explained to Chad. It's just... too much action, all that shooting and yelling and blood, and all those gratuitous explosions.
He'd had a foreign film in his hand, one that he'd wanted to see for some time. But the wistful look Chad gave the case in his own big hand both confused Uryuu and weakened his resolve. Since when did Chad like movies like that so much? he wondered. But with a smile, he took the case out of Chad's hand, raised an eyebrow at the gaudy, fiery explosion on the cover, and put the foreign film back on the shelf.
Back at his apartment, he stretched out on the couch with Chad, at peace with the two hours of his life he'd never get back. The movie was laughably bad, even from the very beginning, a raucous car chase. Four men were dead before the title even splashed across the screen.
The badness continued in a terribly acted police-station scene. The Maveric Cop was being chewed out by the Exasperated Chief of Police when Chad's hand slipped under his shirt.
"Hmm?" Uryuu asked, looking up at Chad. "I thought you really wanted to see this."
Chad smiled and let his fingertips dip under the waistband of Uryuu's pants. "Not really," he said.
Uryuu frowned at him. "Then why didn't we rent my movie?"
A huge explosion rattled the television's speakers.
"Because your movie was too quiet," Chad whispered, barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.
"Oh," Uryuu said, still frowning. Chad nimbly unlatched Uryuu's belt, leaning closer to kiss his neck, and the whump-whump-whump of an onscreen helicopter echoed off the thin apartment walls.
"Ohhh," Uryuu said again. All those gunshots and yelling and gratuitous explosions would drown out all kinds of sounds. He smiled and lifted his hips so that Chad could pull his pants down.
Fifteen minutes later, gripping Chad's sweaty shoulders and riding him so hard that the back of the couch beat out a crazy rhythm against the wall, Uryuu just hoped all those explosions were loud enough.
with the prompts: entangled; normal is overrated; locked in a room together; pegging
for bundamba: entangled ~550 words
Orihime loved waking up in the middle of the night, when the room was pitch black. She'd lie still and keep her eyes closed and listen to Uryuu and Chad breathe, and try to guess without moving whose arms and legs were wrapped around her. Often, she was asleep again before she had it figured out.
The solid weight on her belly... it was heavy, but not too heavy. Arms could be tricky. Yasutora was unsurprisingly gentle, but even when he was asleep it was as if he took special care not to put his full weight on her. And Uryuu seemed to gain mass; when he slept, his limbs might as well have been made of lead. She knew that if she moved, she'd know immediately whose arm this was on her belly.
If it was Chad, he would lift it gently, trying not to disturb her. If it was Uryuu, well, he wouldn't move at all. If she wanted to, and she moved very slowly, she could pick up Uryuu's hand and put it on her chest, or on her face, or down between her legs. She grinned in the dark at that thought. Wouldn't he be surprised if he woke up like that?
Still smiling, she listened to them breathe. That was hard to figure out, too. Both of them breathed slow and easy, no disturbances, no snoring. Other than that one time Uryuu had a cold, anyway. She knew from Tatsuki that she was the one who snored... she wondered if either one of them would ever say anything about it. She hoped one of them did, eventually. She wasn't sure why.
There was a bent leg draped over her left one, and that was easy to figure out. The knee was just over her knee, and the foot touched her ankle. Uryuu, definitely. So that probably made the arm Chad's arm.
She yawned quietly and shifted. The arm over her stomach lifted slightly, then settled back down, and suddenly she realized she had to pee. She sighed.
"You okay?" Chad whispered, rubbing her belly, his big hand warm through her t-shirt.
"Yeah. I just need to go to the bathroom," she said.
That was the only drawback she could think of to sleeping in the middle, but it was more than compensated for. When she came back from the bathroom, the floor cold to her bare feet and her arms covered in goosebumps, the warmth between Chad's and Uryuu's bodies was even more welcome. And Uryuu was awake too, now, at least a little. When she pulled the blankets up over her body, Chad drew her arm around his neck and kissed her, and Uryuu snuggled up against her and curled an arm over her waist, then kissed the back of her head.
Mmming happily, she wiggled backwards until she was flush against Uryuu's body, her bottom against his lap and his knees pressed into the hollows of her own. She kissed Chad again and felt his arm wrap around them both, and she fell asleep in that warm tangle of bodies.
***
for tlana: normal is overrated anyway ~750 words
It was date night.
Chad showered, shaved and dressed carefully, then sat quietly, waiting for his date to show up.
At ten minutes to six, a light knock sounded at his door. He answered it, smiling as the door swung open and Orihime stood before him. She wore a white dress with thin straps, and her hair was up-swept, stray tendrils curving down around her smooth shoulders. A necklace glittered at her throat.
He was momentarily speechless. It wasn't that unusual.
"My, don't you look handsome," Orihime said, smiling, reaching out to run a hand down his smooth lapel.
"You look beautiful," he said finally.
"That's what Uryuu said," she laughed, grasping his hand and tugging. "You two need to stop stealing each others' lines."
Chad closed the door and walked Orihime down the stairs to the ground floor, his hand resting at the small of her back. Uryuu, dressed in an impeccably fitted suit, met them at the sidewalk.
Chad stopped, letting Orihime walk forward to meet Uryuu, standing still to simply watch them together for a moment. Uryuu was all straight lines and angles, intensely elegant and handsome in his dark suit. Beside him, Orihime looked even lovelier, with her contrast of sweet, generous curves and cheerful energy.
Uryuu turned to Chad and looked him up and down, his blue eyes tilting up approvingly behind his glasses. Chad smiled back and fell in at Orihime's right.
Date night. Chad had suggested it, upon realizing that in the two months that they'd been... whatever they were, together, they'd not actually gone on a date. He'd thought that that was something Uryuu and Orihime would enjoy, and might be missing out on--the chance to dress up and go out, to share a fancy dinner, to be openly affectionate. He'd said that they, meaning the two of them, should go out and do just that - have a normal date.
Orihime had pounced upon the idea, but insisted that Chad be included.
Chad had been uncertain; dates were for couples, not threesomes, he thought. And times were not what they once were, but two men being affectionate in public was sure to be uncomfortable and maybe even incite some sort of unpleasantness.
But then Uryuu had come up with the plan, Orihime had been very persuasive, and Chad got on board happily.
Dinner was first. At a restaurant they'd been meaning to try, Uryuu sat at a table outside in the pleasantly warm early evening air, reading a newspaper as he ate, quite content. Inside, Chad and Orihime shared a booth with a linen tablecloth and flowers in the center. Orihime ordered for them; Chad settled his arm around her waist and murmured into her ear, kissed her neck. Wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb when she had a tiny crumb there. Orihime was nearly glowing when they met Uryuu on the sidewalk again, and Chad had the feeling that he himself was, as well.
Next was music and drinks. One of Chad's friends had a band playing at a local club, and he stood against the wall and watched them play, bobbing his head with a beer in his hand while Uryuu and Orihime got buzzed on sweet, fizzy drinks at the bar, and Orihime dragged an only-halfway-protesting Uryuu onto the dance floor. They were both pink-faced and grinning, Uryuu trying to hide his, when they came together outside in the cooling night air.
The movie was last, and Orihime sat two rows down, a big tub of popcorn in the seat beside her, booing and laughing out loud while Chad first twined his fingers into Uryuu's almost shyly, then leaned down and found his mouth in the dark semi-privacy of the theater auditorium. The movie went by in a blur, and by the end of it, Chad was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He had to wait until the credits were over before he could exit without embarrassing himself.
On the way home, Chad carried a footsore Orihime on his back, gripping her stockinged legs gently. Uryuu walked one step ahead, Orihime's strappy, heeled shoes dangling from his hand, his lips pink and swollen from an hour's worth of kissing. He turned his head and grinned back at them, and Orihime hugged Chad's shoulders, and Chad smiled.
It hadn't been what he was thinking of, when he'd suggested a normal date. But it had been wonderful and sweet, and besides, if he had learned anything from his years of knowing Uryuu and Orihime, it was that normal was overrated, anyway.
***
for alyselynn: they're locked in a room together and get bored ~850 words
Orihime blew out a puff of air that lifted her bangs off her forehead and slumped further against the wall, her legs splayed out straight on the floor. "What are we waiting for again?" she asked.
"Kurosaki and Urahara are supposed to surprise us. With something," Uryuu said, crossing his arms and staring at the locked door. "I can't imagine what, though."
Orihime sighed. "I know," she said, twirling a strand of hair into a loop. "I'm just bored, and wanted to talk."
"Hmm," Uryuu said, and he racked his brains for some topic of conversation. Of course, his mind went blank. Of course it did. His mind lit upon grass, the color of the walls, Chad's shoes. No good. He sighed as well.
"So, Chad," Orihime said, rolling her head to face Chad, who stood like a statue beside the door. "What's new with you?"
"I got a haircut," he said, and both of them squinted at him. Uryuu frowned in concentration, trying to remember if Chad's hair looked any different than it had the day before.
"Just kidding," Chad said after a long moment. Orihime laughed, the sound bright and loud in the little room.
But even Chad's rare joke wasn't enough to keep them entertained for long, and soon, Orihime was tapping her fingers on the floor, Ishida counting his breaths, and Chad staring off into space.
"You knooow," Orihime said, and when Uryuu looked at her she was grinning at him, her eyes squinting mischeviously. "I can think of something we can do."
Uryuu tilted his head quizzically, and then gasped. "We can't! Not with them in the next room."
"Are they even in there?" Orihime asked, and she turned her head, put her ear against the wall.
"I haven't heard them for a while," Chad said.
Orihime pushed herself off the floor and dusted her bottom off. She took a few steps toward Uryuu.
"They probably forgot about us... " she said, "And ran off to Switzerland to get married."
Chad smiled behind her.
She continued. "They're probably eating their marital chocolate as we speak!"
"They haven't been gone that long," Uryuu said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Long enough for me to really want some chocolate, though," Orihime said, abruptly grumpy, and Chad smiled wider. Uryuu thought that if Chad had some chocolate, he would give it to Orihime in a heartbeat at that moment. He thought that he would, as well.
But he wasn't going to do this.
"What if they walk in?" Uryuu asked, trying to be reasonable.
"Then that's what they get," Orihime said, smiling again and nodding as if she'd made an important point.
"I'll do it," Chad said walking toward her, and Orihime whirled and wrapped her arms around his waist with a happy sound.
"What?!" Uryuu asked the room, nearly stomping his foot. He felt positively betrayed.
He watched, annoyed, as Chad bent his head and kissed Orihime softly. He continued to feel annoyed and slightly uncomfortable as the kiss deepened, and Orihime's arms came up to wrap around Chad's shoulders.
But it was hard to stay upset while watching this; they looked so good together, Chad's big hands wrapped around her waist, mouths moving together smoothly, tongues visible when their lips parted, twining together. Uryuu felt a stirring in his lower belly, and groped for rationality.
Chad's hand slid down to Orihime's bottom and squeezed gently. Orihime let out a soft mmm, smiling into the kiss.
I suppose... Uryuu thought. It would serve them right to walk in on this.
And then Chad met his eyes through the thick dark waves of his hair, and he held an arm out for Uryuu, and Uryuu stepped forward with a resigned sigh.
Her face soft and flushed and happy, Orihime turned to him and kissed him, and Chad's arm enfolded him. Uryuu kissed and touched, groaning when a hand flattened against the front of his pants, caressing his half-hard length. Orihime's hair smelled so sweet, and Chad's lips were so soft against his, and he groaned again when he cupped the warm, soft weight of Orihime's breast, the nipple hard through the cotton of her shirt.
"All right!" Ichigo's voice rang out over the snick of the door opening. "We're duuuhhh..."
They broke apart, Uryuu flushing guiltily, and saw Ichigo turn and rush away.
Urahara stood in the doorway, grinning at them. He held a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. "Whenever it's convenient, you can join us," he whispered, and with a theatrical slowness, exited and closed the door behind him.
Uryuu looked over at his friends, both thoroughly rumpled. Orihime laughed, and Chad looked like he was on the verge of it himself. Uryuu tried a smile. "That's what they get, right?" he asked.
***
for dirtyoldlady: Orihime x Chad! With or without Ishida, and with or without the mohawk, but definitely with the pegging ~950 words
***I will say something about this one: I plan to revisit this pegging thing in the future, because I feel like I did not do this idea justice at all! This was the reason I started thinking, MAN I need to learn to write sex with girls! XD
A year ago, Orihime would never have imagined spending Valentine's Day like this.
Last year, she'd spent the day with Tatsuki, reading horror manga and gorging themselves on spicy food and cheap wine. It was the same thing they'd done for three years running, and she'd thought that they'd spend the next year the same way.
But instead, Tatsuki was in Tokyo with a guy she'd met in one of her classes, and Orihime had two fingers up Chad's ass. A flesh-colored strap-on dildo and a very large bottle of lube waited on the low table beside the futon, and Uryuu walked into the room carrying a pile of towels.
She laughed.
Chad tilted his head at her.
"Oh, nothing," she said, smiling, sliding her fingers out to slick them up again. It just seemed kind of weird... Not that there was anything wrong with weird. And not that something couldn't be both weird and utterly right at the same time. Still smiling, she watched Uryuu lean down to kiss Chad, and then she slid her fingers back in, the hard clench softening, yielding.
"Ahhh," Chad moaned softly, and the sound, and the way his stomach muscles tightened when her fingers pushed deep into his body made heat bloom between her hips. She curled her fingers toward the ceiling on the back-stroke, and watched the way his spread thighs tensed and his cock swayed.
"Right there?" she asked, her voice whispery-soft.
Chad's eyes opened, dark and hazy, and he licked his lips. "Yeah," he rasped.
"Give him more," Uryuu suggested, and he pushed himself up off the futon, crawled so that he was kneeling behind her, looking over her shoulder. She heard him exhale heavily when she squeezed a third finger in.
Carefully, Orihime worked her fingers in and out of Chad's body, her breath coming heavier, her nipples tingling, her face hot. Uryuu caressed her sides, her belly, his cock pressing warm and hard against her lower back.
"I don't know what it is," he murmured, and then dropped a kiss against her shoulder. "But this is already so much hotter than I thought it would be."
"I know," Orihime whispered, and she slid her free hand up Chad's thigh to loosely wrap it around his cock. Chad groaned, his eyes closed and his face flushed dark, and Orihime felt all the muscles between her navel and her asshole clench.
Orihime twisted her fingers gently as she pulled them out. Uryuu and Chad seemed to have some silent signal for this, one she'd thought she'd catch once she started. But she hadn't caught it yet, and she was really ready to move on to the next part.
"Are you ready?" she asked Chad, running her thumb over the head of his cock.
"Yeah," Chad said, raising his head again, and then he swallowed.
Orihime took a deep breath as Uryuu moved away, and then he was back, strap-on in hand. He helped her get into the harness, his hands steady; hers were shaking now, and she was unsure why.
"How does it feel?" Uryuu asked, dragging a fingertip along the sturdy black strap that curved over her hip.
It felt strange, and new, and arousing... the smooth, rounded base of the dildo pressed against her mound, just over her clit, the straps felt tight and snug, and her heart gave a quick triple-beat when she reached down to touch the slightly rubbery surface of the dildo. It was about the same size as Uryuu, because when she watched Uryuu make love to Chad, it seemed like it was exactly the perfect size. Her heart gave another trill when she realized that they were laying shoulder-to-shoulder and watching her intently.
She grinned, blushing slightly, and lowered herself to the futon again. She leaned forward to kiss Chad, eyes closed, and his hand covered the back of her head and then slipped away when she pulled back. She reached for the lube and popped the cap.
"Can I?" Uryuu asked. She passed the bottle to him and he shuffled forward on his knees. Leaning forward to kiss her, he wrapped his slick hand around the phallus. The strap tugged at her and the rounded base nudged against her clit, and she breathed in hard through her nose.
She heard Chad groan softly.
"You're beautiful," he said, and she knew that he meant both of them. She looked down to see Uryuu's cock, hard and flushed a deep, dark pink, bump against the side of the dildo.
Uryuu kissed her once more and then pulled away to stretch out beside Chad, his hand flattening on Chad's hard stomach.
She settled between Chad's legs, pressed the tip against the entrance to his body, and for a moment Chad looked... vulnerable, in a way she'd never seen before, and she wondered if that was the way he felt, when he was in her place. Then the moment passed, and a wave of love and... it took her a second to recognize it, but gratitude swept over her. That he'd let her do this, that he wanted her to do this.
She wondered if he felt that, too.
"I love you," she said, smiling. "Both of you."
They smiled back, and on the swell of that wave of affection, she pushed her hips forward carefully and slid inside of Chad's body.
THE END!!!
In this batch: 4 Chad/Uryuu and 4 Chad/Orihime/Uryuu short fics
Ratings: G to NC-17
Wordcount: about 6000 words total, prompt fills range from ~200 to ~1050 words
with the prompts: Chad's hard day + foot rub; making clothes; Chad and Uryuu as kids; "action" movie
for mistr3ssquickly: Chad's had a hard day - life isn't easy for a big gaijin in Japan - and Uryuu decides to cheer him up with a foot-rub. Cuddles, kisses, and massive amounts of sap are required. Bonus points if someone catches them cuddling and finds it absolutely hilarious. ~1050 words
Chad's broad shoulders slumped as if he were trying to curl in upon himself. Uryuu watched him with concern as he dropped his bag on the floor just inside the hotel room door. Uryuu stretched, glad to be off the bus, where he'd spent three long hours sandwiched between Chad and the streaky bus window. The tight space he didn't mind near so much as the sheer discomfort Chad broadcasted for the whole trip.
Just looking at him had made Uryuu uncomfortable; one shoulder and one leg extended out into the aisle, simply because they wouldn't fit in the little space allotted him, the other knee digging into the back of the seat in front of him. The man in the seat ahead had given him dirty looks each time they hit a bump, and probably would have actually said something, had Chad not been the towering, imposing foreigner that he was.
"I'm going to take a shower," Chad muttered, and Uryuu flattened his lips. Then he busied himself with unpacking as he heard the hiss of the showerhead, almost wishing he had gone along with Ichigo and Keigo and Mizuiro to get dinner. Chad needed his space and privacy right now, after having none at all for the past four hours of being stared at and talked about and squeezed into spaces built for small Japanese people.
But they were here to relax, on the last trip they'd take together as a group before graduating high school and going their different ways, and hopefully Chad would be able to. Uryuu smiled as he folded a pair of underwear into the little cubicle-drawer of the dresser. Maybe he could get a head-start on the relaxing.
If Chad was amenable to it, anyway.
Chad exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a terry-cloth robe that rode up above mid-thigh on him and exposed most of his forearms. Uryuu hid his smile; even if Chad did look quite nice with such a long expanse of dark thigh showing, Uryuu didn't think he wanted to be reminded of it.
"Hey," Uryuu said, standing. "Do you feel better?"
"A little," Chad said, sitting on the hideously-patterned hotel couch.
Uryuu stepped toward him, and before he talked himself out of it, he knelt at Chad's feet.
Chad tilted his head, the corner of his mouth slightly curling up.
"I just... " Uryuu wasn't sure how to say it, so instead he sat and took one of Chad's feet into his hands. I wish people didn't have to stare, I wish you weren't uncomfortable all the time. I like you exactly the way you are. He didn't say anything, all of those statements beyond him. Instead he squeezed Chad's foot gently, then carefully ran his thumbs up along the underside, from his heel to just under his toes.
Chad's lips evened out, the other side curling up into a true smile. Uryuu smiled back and rubbed Chad's foot, alternating between little circles with his thumbs and long, sweeping motions, and after a minute or so, he felt Chad relax. It wasn't much, but it was something. Uryuu gently placed the foot into his lap and grasped the other one, then got to work.
He rubbed between the toes of Chad's long, well-shaped feet, noting how long the toes were, how smoothly the arch curved, the warm brown shade of the skin. He rubbed up Chad's calf, massaging the muscle there gently, then moved back down. Something about this, attempting to soothe Chad with the warm afternoon light glowing through the paper window-shades, was soothing him as well, and he felt slightly sleepy and warm and nice.
"I like your feet," he said quietly, gliding his thumbs along the heel.
"My big feet," Chad said, and the rare hint that it really did bother him made Uryuu frown up at him.
"Your nice feet. Your perfectly-shaped, perfectly-sized feet."
Chad smiled, but his shoulders had gone slightly tense again, and Uryuu sighed. "They're perfect because they're your feet. And you're perfect."
And then Uryuu's mouth slammed shut, because whatever filters he'd thought he possessed to keep him from saying such trite, mushy things obviously did not exist.
But then Chad smiled wider, warm and happy, and Uryuu wouldn't have taken it back for the world. He just knew that Chad wanted to hug him, so he knelt up and let Chad gather him into his arms, let Chad drag him into his lap. With Chad's arms wrapped around him, he pressed his face into the soft terrycloth over Chad's hard shoulder, and wrapped his arms around Chad's neck. Chad's big hands caressed him from shoulders to hips, and Uryuu felt his whole body go warm when Chad tilted his head down to kiss Uryuu, and Uryuu wondered if he should maybe say things like that more often.
He was breathing harder when they pulled apart, lips wet and tingling.
"You know," Chad said, letting his nose glide along Uryuu's cheek, then kissing the corner of his mouth. "I think you're perfect, too."
"Oh, wow, seriously?" Ichigo asked no one in particular, startling Uryuu. Ichigo was at the door, laughing, the jacket he must have forgotten in his hand. Uryuu repressed the urge to hide his face against Chad's neck, like a little girl would do.
"I am so glad Keigo's already halfway convinced me to switch rooms," Ichigo said, shaking his head. "So yeah, it's all yours," he said, and then he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
Uryuu made a frustrated noise, then looked at Chad, expecting him to be equally chagrined. But instead, Chad looked pleased, and not in the least bit embarrassed.
"We've got the place to ourselves," Chad rumbled, hand lightly squeezing Uryuu's hip.
Uryuu's discomfort evaporated quickly, at that. "Good." And the way Chad smiled at him brought a dozen mushy phrases to mind.
And he thought that maybe later, he might even say some of them.
***
for veniachan: making clothes ~900 words
Uryuu taped down the last corner of the wrapping paper with a smile. He'd finished just in time; Sado's party was due to start in half an hour, and Uryuu had cut it close.
But he'd managed, over the past month, to covertly sew Sado six new shirts. Now Sado didn't have to wear those horrible patterned shirts anymore.
Sado looked at the big box with a vague smile when Uryuu showed up on his doorstep. Orihime took it from him and placed it on the table with the other gifts, where its size drew the eye. It sat there, unopened, for nearly an hour, during which Uryuu was inwardly writhing in impatience. He didn't give gifts often--hadn't really had the opportunity. And he'd thought long and hard over this, and worked feverishly to finish it in time.
Once Sado finally began opening the gifts, however, Uryuu began to wish he'd given his present to Sado in private. Because the first gift, from Ichigo, was a bright blue and orange monstrosity of a shirt... one which Sado liked so much, he shucked his current shirt right there in the middle of the room and put it on immediately. Uryuu couldn't stop looking at it as Sado continued unwrapping, couldn't stop wondering if he'd made a misstep.
Sado saved Uryuu's gift for last, and Uryuu was silent as Sado carefully unwrapped the package. From the box, he withdrew the sedate, sober garments, smiling wider with each one he unpacked.
"Thank you, Ishida," he said once they were laid out in front of him.
"You're welcome," Uryuu said, returning his smile weakly. When Sado began unbuttoning his new blue and orange shirt to pull on a dusty green dress shirt, Uryuu wanted to tell him Stop, wanted to tell him, You don't have to put that on. Please.
Because Uryuu had begun to suspect that he'd been utterly wrong about why Sado wore the clothes he wore. It might not be that Sado was too big to buy decent clothing in his size... it might just be that he bought the clothes that he liked. And that Uryuu had just made a blunder. As a wife might buy her husband clothing as a hint that he didn't know how to dress himself, Uryuu had just done the same to Sado. And they weren't even dating.
But he hadn't meant to.
Uryuu didn't sulk, he didn't frown about the party... he didn't want to ruin it for anyone. But he winced inwardly every time he saw the pile of crumpled wrapping paper on the table.
Perhaps an hour after the gifts had been given, Sado took Uryuu by the arm and drew him outside the apartment.
"Thank you again," Sado said quietly.
Miserably, Uryuu nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" Sado asked, tilting his head. The green, hand-tailored shirt looked really good on him, and somehow, that made Uryuu feel even worse.
"I was presumptuous." Uryuu said. "I never realized you actually liked... "
He trailed off when he realized that Sado was smiling at him.
"You thought because I was so big," Sado said, and he left the rest of the sentence unsaid.
"Yes," Uryuu said, squinting up. "I should have asked. I didn't mean to insult you."
Sado's smile widened, and he rested a big hand on Uryuu's shoulder. "You didn't insult me. Three years ago, Zack's wasn't here."
It was Uryuu's turn to tilt his head in confusion.
"Zack's. Where I shop now," Sado said. "There was only the drug store downtown that sold clothing big enough. They had a rack of clothing for tourists, I guess. In the summer, they had some Hawaiian shirts on sale, really cheap. So I bought a lot of them."
"Oh," Uryuu said. Sado's hand still hadn't left his shoulder, and he didn't make a move lest Sado realize that.
"Ichigo thought I must really like them," Sado said, and again, he didn't finish the thought.
But Uryuu could finish it for him. "So he keeps buying them for you. And you keep wearing them, just because he gives them to you."
Sado grinned and let his hand slide down Uryuu's arm. "I like them okay. They're not that bad, are they?"
Uryuu thought about it... yes, they were hideous. But as much as he liked Sado in this shirt, and as good as he thought Sado would look in the other shirts he'd made... he thought a part of him might actually miss the bright, patterned shirts if Sado stopped wearing them. "I guess they're not," Uryuu said finally.
"But I like this shirt better," Sado said, his voice soft, reaching out to gently squeeze Uryuu's shoulder again. His thumb brushed, feather-light, against Uryuu's collarbone when he slid the hand away. Then he smiled at Uryuu one more time and re-entered his apartment.
Uryuu could only stand there for a minute, with a silly, secret smile on his flushed face.
***
for neeko: Something cute of them as kids - Ishida being bullied for being good at sewing (though not really touched by it), and Chad stepping up as the heroic, big boy he is ~200 words
"Nerd!" Came the cat-calls, tiny six-year-old voices piping, full of scorn. "Dork! Little girl!"
Uryuu ignored them with an arrogant tilt of his head, a move he'd picked up from his father, and continued sewing.
"He's making a dress for his dollies!" he heard, and he frowned, wondering if he should correct them. Because he was making a dress for his mother's doll. It was a beautiful porcelain doll, a collectible, and her birthday was tomorrow. And she loved the things he made her.
"Sissy! You're such a..."
The teasing voices died suddenly, and Uryuu looked up to see a boy standing in front of him, tall and dark-skinned and silent. His mere presence had shut the other children up.
The little group wandered off, in search of something more interesting, and the tall boy sat beside Uryuu without a word. Uryuu smiled at him, glad he could finally work in peace, and went back to his sewing.
***
for Chem: Chad/Uryuu watching a movie! Chad wanted an action flick and Uryuu wanted something less...noisy but went to the action flick and got more action than what the film itself was showing. ~400 words
Action flicks are too loud, Uryuu had explained to Chad. It's just... too much action, all that shooting and yelling and blood, and all those gratuitous explosions.
He'd had a foreign film in his hand, one that he'd wanted to see for some time. But the wistful look Chad gave the case in his own big hand both confused Uryuu and weakened his resolve. Since when did Chad like movies like that so much? he wondered. But with a smile, he took the case out of Chad's hand, raised an eyebrow at the gaudy, fiery explosion on the cover, and put the foreign film back on the shelf.
Back at his apartment, he stretched out on the couch with Chad, at peace with the two hours of his life he'd never get back. The movie was laughably bad, even from the very beginning, a raucous car chase. Four men were dead before the title even splashed across the screen.
The badness continued in a terribly acted police-station scene. The Maveric Cop was being chewed out by the Exasperated Chief of Police when Chad's hand slipped under his shirt.
"Hmm?" Uryuu asked, looking up at Chad. "I thought you really wanted to see this."
Chad smiled and let his fingertips dip under the waistband of Uryuu's pants. "Not really," he said.
Uryuu frowned at him. "Then why didn't we rent my movie?"
A huge explosion rattled the television's speakers.
"Because your movie was too quiet," Chad whispered, barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.
"Oh," Uryuu said, still frowning. Chad nimbly unlatched Uryuu's belt, leaning closer to kiss his neck, and the whump-whump-whump of an onscreen helicopter echoed off the thin apartment walls.
"Ohhh," Uryuu said again. All those gunshots and yelling and gratuitous explosions would drown out all kinds of sounds. He smiled and lifted his hips so that Chad could pull his pants down.
Fifteen minutes later, gripping Chad's sweaty shoulders and riding him so hard that the back of the couch beat out a crazy rhythm against the wall, Uryuu just hoped all those explosions were loud enough.
with the prompts: entangled; normal is overrated; locked in a room together; pegging
for bundamba: entangled ~550 words
Orihime loved waking up in the middle of the night, when the room was pitch black. She'd lie still and keep her eyes closed and listen to Uryuu and Chad breathe, and try to guess without moving whose arms and legs were wrapped around her. Often, she was asleep again before she had it figured out.
The solid weight on her belly... it was heavy, but not too heavy. Arms could be tricky. Yasutora was unsurprisingly gentle, but even when he was asleep it was as if he took special care not to put his full weight on her. And Uryuu seemed to gain mass; when he slept, his limbs might as well have been made of lead. She knew that if she moved, she'd know immediately whose arm this was on her belly.
If it was Chad, he would lift it gently, trying not to disturb her. If it was Uryuu, well, he wouldn't move at all. If she wanted to, and she moved very slowly, she could pick up Uryuu's hand and put it on her chest, or on her face, or down between her legs. She grinned in the dark at that thought. Wouldn't he be surprised if he woke up like that?
Still smiling, she listened to them breathe. That was hard to figure out, too. Both of them breathed slow and easy, no disturbances, no snoring. Other than that one time Uryuu had a cold, anyway. She knew from Tatsuki that she was the one who snored... she wondered if either one of them would ever say anything about it. She hoped one of them did, eventually. She wasn't sure why.
There was a bent leg draped over her left one, and that was easy to figure out. The knee was just over her knee, and the foot touched her ankle. Uryuu, definitely. So that probably made the arm Chad's arm.
She yawned quietly and shifted. The arm over her stomach lifted slightly, then settled back down, and suddenly she realized she had to pee. She sighed.
"You okay?" Chad whispered, rubbing her belly, his big hand warm through her t-shirt.
"Yeah. I just need to go to the bathroom," she said.
That was the only drawback she could think of to sleeping in the middle, but it was more than compensated for. When she came back from the bathroom, the floor cold to her bare feet and her arms covered in goosebumps, the warmth between Chad's and Uryuu's bodies was even more welcome. And Uryuu was awake too, now, at least a little. When she pulled the blankets up over her body, Chad drew her arm around his neck and kissed her, and Uryuu snuggled up against her and curled an arm over her waist, then kissed the back of her head.
Mmming happily, she wiggled backwards until she was flush against Uryuu's body, her bottom against his lap and his knees pressed into the hollows of her own. She kissed Chad again and felt his arm wrap around them both, and she fell asleep in that warm tangle of bodies.
***
for tlana: normal is overrated anyway ~750 words
It was date night.
Chad showered, shaved and dressed carefully, then sat quietly, waiting for his date to show up.
At ten minutes to six, a light knock sounded at his door. He answered it, smiling as the door swung open and Orihime stood before him. She wore a white dress with thin straps, and her hair was up-swept, stray tendrils curving down around her smooth shoulders. A necklace glittered at her throat.
He was momentarily speechless. It wasn't that unusual.
"My, don't you look handsome," Orihime said, smiling, reaching out to run a hand down his smooth lapel.
"You look beautiful," he said finally.
"That's what Uryuu said," she laughed, grasping his hand and tugging. "You two need to stop stealing each others' lines."
Chad closed the door and walked Orihime down the stairs to the ground floor, his hand resting at the small of her back. Uryuu, dressed in an impeccably fitted suit, met them at the sidewalk.
Chad stopped, letting Orihime walk forward to meet Uryuu, standing still to simply watch them together for a moment. Uryuu was all straight lines and angles, intensely elegant and handsome in his dark suit. Beside him, Orihime looked even lovelier, with her contrast of sweet, generous curves and cheerful energy.
Uryuu turned to Chad and looked him up and down, his blue eyes tilting up approvingly behind his glasses. Chad smiled back and fell in at Orihime's right.
Date night. Chad had suggested it, upon realizing that in the two months that they'd been... whatever they were, together, they'd not actually gone on a date. He'd thought that that was something Uryuu and Orihime would enjoy, and might be missing out on--the chance to dress up and go out, to share a fancy dinner, to be openly affectionate. He'd said that they, meaning the two of them, should go out and do just that - have a normal date.
Orihime had pounced upon the idea, but insisted that Chad be included.
Chad had been uncertain; dates were for couples, not threesomes, he thought. And times were not what they once were, but two men being affectionate in public was sure to be uncomfortable and maybe even incite some sort of unpleasantness.
But then Uryuu had come up with the plan, Orihime had been very persuasive, and Chad got on board happily.
Dinner was first. At a restaurant they'd been meaning to try, Uryuu sat at a table outside in the pleasantly warm early evening air, reading a newspaper as he ate, quite content. Inside, Chad and Orihime shared a booth with a linen tablecloth and flowers in the center. Orihime ordered for them; Chad settled his arm around her waist and murmured into her ear, kissed her neck. Wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb when she had a tiny crumb there. Orihime was nearly glowing when they met Uryuu on the sidewalk again, and Chad had the feeling that he himself was, as well.
Next was music and drinks. One of Chad's friends had a band playing at a local club, and he stood against the wall and watched them play, bobbing his head with a beer in his hand while Uryuu and Orihime got buzzed on sweet, fizzy drinks at the bar, and Orihime dragged an only-halfway-protesting Uryuu onto the dance floor. They were both pink-faced and grinning, Uryuu trying to hide his, when they came together outside in the cooling night air.
The movie was last, and Orihime sat two rows down, a big tub of popcorn in the seat beside her, booing and laughing out loud while Chad first twined his fingers into Uryuu's almost shyly, then leaned down and found his mouth in the dark semi-privacy of the theater auditorium. The movie went by in a blur, and by the end of it, Chad was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He had to wait until the credits were over before he could exit without embarrassing himself.
On the way home, Chad carried a footsore Orihime on his back, gripping her stockinged legs gently. Uryuu walked one step ahead, Orihime's strappy, heeled shoes dangling from his hand, his lips pink and swollen from an hour's worth of kissing. He turned his head and grinned back at them, and Orihime hugged Chad's shoulders, and Chad smiled.
It hadn't been what he was thinking of, when he'd suggested a normal date. But it had been wonderful and sweet, and besides, if he had learned anything from his years of knowing Uryuu and Orihime, it was that normal was overrated, anyway.
***
for alyselynn: they're locked in a room together and get bored ~850 words
Orihime blew out a puff of air that lifted her bangs off her forehead and slumped further against the wall, her legs splayed out straight on the floor. "What are we waiting for again?" she asked.
"Kurosaki and Urahara are supposed to surprise us. With something," Uryuu said, crossing his arms and staring at the locked door. "I can't imagine what, though."
Orihime sighed. "I know," she said, twirling a strand of hair into a loop. "I'm just bored, and wanted to talk."
"Hmm," Uryuu said, and he racked his brains for some topic of conversation. Of course, his mind went blank. Of course it did. His mind lit upon grass, the color of the walls, Chad's shoes. No good. He sighed as well.
"So, Chad," Orihime said, rolling her head to face Chad, who stood like a statue beside the door. "What's new with you?"
"I got a haircut," he said, and both of them squinted at him. Uryuu frowned in concentration, trying to remember if Chad's hair looked any different than it had the day before.
"Just kidding," Chad said after a long moment. Orihime laughed, the sound bright and loud in the little room.
But even Chad's rare joke wasn't enough to keep them entertained for long, and soon, Orihime was tapping her fingers on the floor, Ishida counting his breaths, and Chad staring off into space.
"You knooow," Orihime said, and when Uryuu looked at her she was grinning at him, her eyes squinting mischeviously. "I can think of something we can do."
Uryuu tilted his head quizzically, and then gasped. "We can't! Not with them in the next room."
"Are they even in there?" Orihime asked, and she turned her head, put her ear against the wall.
"I haven't heard them for a while," Chad said.
Orihime pushed herself off the floor and dusted her bottom off. She took a few steps toward Uryuu.
"They probably forgot about us... " she said, "And ran off to Switzerland to get married."
Chad smiled behind her.
She continued. "They're probably eating their marital chocolate as we speak!"
"They haven't been gone that long," Uryuu said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Long enough for me to really want some chocolate, though," Orihime said, abruptly grumpy, and Chad smiled wider. Uryuu thought that if Chad had some chocolate, he would give it to Orihime in a heartbeat at that moment. He thought that he would, as well.
But he wasn't going to do this.
"What if they walk in?" Uryuu asked, trying to be reasonable.
"Then that's what they get," Orihime said, smiling again and nodding as if she'd made an important point.
"I'll do it," Chad said walking toward her, and Orihime whirled and wrapped her arms around his waist with a happy sound.
"What?!" Uryuu asked the room, nearly stomping his foot. He felt positively betrayed.
He watched, annoyed, as Chad bent his head and kissed Orihime softly. He continued to feel annoyed and slightly uncomfortable as the kiss deepened, and Orihime's arms came up to wrap around Chad's shoulders.
But it was hard to stay upset while watching this; they looked so good together, Chad's big hands wrapped around her waist, mouths moving together smoothly, tongues visible when their lips parted, twining together. Uryuu felt a stirring in his lower belly, and groped for rationality.
Chad's hand slid down to Orihime's bottom and squeezed gently. Orihime let out a soft mmm, smiling into the kiss.
I suppose... Uryuu thought. It would serve them right to walk in on this.
And then Chad met his eyes through the thick dark waves of his hair, and he held an arm out for Uryuu, and Uryuu stepped forward with a resigned sigh.
Her face soft and flushed and happy, Orihime turned to him and kissed him, and Chad's arm enfolded him. Uryuu kissed and touched, groaning when a hand flattened against the front of his pants, caressing his half-hard length. Orihime's hair smelled so sweet, and Chad's lips were so soft against his, and he groaned again when he cupped the warm, soft weight of Orihime's breast, the nipple hard through the cotton of her shirt.
"All right!" Ichigo's voice rang out over the snick of the door opening. "We're duuuhhh..."
They broke apart, Uryuu flushing guiltily, and saw Ichigo turn and rush away.
Urahara stood in the doorway, grinning at them. He held a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. "Whenever it's convenient, you can join us," he whispered, and with a theatrical slowness, exited and closed the door behind him.
Uryuu looked over at his friends, both thoroughly rumpled. Orihime laughed, and Chad looked like he was on the verge of it himself. Uryuu tried a smile. "That's what they get, right?" he asked.
***
for dirtyoldlady: Orihime x Chad! With or without Ishida, and with or without the mohawk, but definitely with the pegging ~950 words
***I will say something about this one: I plan to revisit this pegging thing in the future, because I feel like I did not do this idea justice at all! This was the reason I started thinking, MAN I need to learn to write sex with girls! XD
A year ago, Orihime would never have imagined spending Valentine's Day like this.
Last year, she'd spent the day with Tatsuki, reading horror manga and gorging themselves on spicy food and cheap wine. It was the same thing they'd done for three years running, and she'd thought that they'd spend the next year the same way.
But instead, Tatsuki was in Tokyo with a guy she'd met in one of her classes, and Orihime had two fingers up Chad's ass. A flesh-colored strap-on dildo and a very large bottle of lube waited on the low table beside the futon, and Uryuu walked into the room carrying a pile of towels.
She laughed.
Chad tilted his head at her.
"Oh, nothing," she said, smiling, sliding her fingers out to slick them up again. It just seemed kind of weird... Not that there was anything wrong with weird. And not that something couldn't be both weird and utterly right at the same time. Still smiling, she watched Uryuu lean down to kiss Chad, and then she slid her fingers back in, the hard clench softening, yielding.
"Ahhh," Chad moaned softly, and the sound, and the way his stomach muscles tightened when her fingers pushed deep into his body made heat bloom between her hips. She curled her fingers toward the ceiling on the back-stroke, and watched the way his spread thighs tensed and his cock swayed.
"Right there?" she asked, her voice whispery-soft.
Chad's eyes opened, dark and hazy, and he licked his lips. "Yeah," he rasped.
"Give him more," Uryuu suggested, and he pushed himself up off the futon, crawled so that he was kneeling behind her, looking over her shoulder. She heard him exhale heavily when she squeezed a third finger in.
Carefully, Orihime worked her fingers in and out of Chad's body, her breath coming heavier, her nipples tingling, her face hot. Uryuu caressed her sides, her belly, his cock pressing warm and hard against her lower back.
"I don't know what it is," he murmured, and then dropped a kiss against her shoulder. "But this is already so much hotter than I thought it would be."
"I know," Orihime whispered, and she slid her free hand up Chad's thigh to loosely wrap it around his cock. Chad groaned, his eyes closed and his face flushed dark, and Orihime felt all the muscles between her navel and her asshole clench.
Orihime twisted her fingers gently as she pulled them out. Uryuu and Chad seemed to have some silent signal for this, one she'd thought she'd catch once she started. But she hadn't caught it yet, and she was really ready to move on to the next part.
"Are you ready?" she asked Chad, running her thumb over the head of his cock.
"Yeah," Chad said, raising his head again, and then he swallowed.
Orihime took a deep breath as Uryuu moved away, and then he was back, strap-on in hand. He helped her get into the harness, his hands steady; hers were shaking now, and she was unsure why.
"How does it feel?" Uryuu asked, dragging a fingertip along the sturdy black strap that curved over her hip.
It felt strange, and new, and arousing... the smooth, rounded base of the dildo pressed against her mound, just over her clit, the straps felt tight and snug, and her heart gave a quick triple-beat when she reached down to touch the slightly rubbery surface of the dildo. It was about the same size as Uryuu, because when she watched Uryuu make love to Chad, it seemed like it was exactly the perfect size. Her heart gave another trill when she realized that they were laying shoulder-to-shoulder and watching her intently.
She grinned, blushing slightly, and lowered herself to the futon again. She leaned forward to kiss Chad, eyes closed, and his hand covered the back of her head and then slipped away when she pulled back. She reached for the lube and popped the cap.
"Can I?" Uryuu asked. She passed the bottle to him and he shuffled forward on his knees. Leaning forward to kiss her, he wrapped his slick hand around the phallus. The strap tugged at her and the rounded base nudged against her clit, and she breathed in hard through her nose.
She heard Chad groan softly.
"You're beautiful," he said, and she knew that he meant both of them. She looked down to see Uryuu's cock, hard and flushed a deep, dark pink, bump against the side of the dildo.
Uryuu kissed her once more and then pulled away to stretch out beside Chad, his hand flattening on Chad's hard stomach.
She settled between Chad's legs, pressed the tip against the entrance to his body, and for a moment Chad looked... vulnerable, in a way she'd never seen before, and she wondered if that was the way he felt, when he was in her place. Then the moment passed, and a wave of love and... it took her a second to recognize it, but gratitude swept over her. That he'd let her do this, that he wanted her to do this.
She wondered if he felt that, too.
"I love you," she said, smiling. "Both of you."
They smiled back, and on the swell of that wave of affection, she pushed her hips forward carefully and slid inside of Chad's body.
THE END!!!