All Your Grace is Gone (Bleach Yaoi Fic) (Ishida Uryuu X Kurosaki Ichigo)

Part Three

            So close and yet completely untouchable. It was maddening and yet if asked to beg for even a caress he probably would. Ichigo was thankful that no matter how much control over him he thought he had, Uryuu couldn't know his thoughts. He closed his eyes and tried to call on every bit of willpower he possessed. Wanting to beg and actually giving in to that desire were two different things.  

I've waited this long.  I can wait him out.  Maybe if I think of unsexy things. But in searching he found there was nothing strong enough to draw his attention from Uryuu.  Nothing at all.

            "I don't have to look it up," Uryuu reached out to caress a stray end of ribbon.  "I can tell already that it's something immature and irrelevant to the situation at hand."  The Quincy was playing with the bit of ribbon as he stood so close to Ichigo he could hear the rapid beat of his heart.  It beat out a rhythm that was a sweet mix of fear and excitement that made Uryuu smile. 

            "So tell me, Ichigo.  What are you thinking about?" Uryuu continued to speak softly, his hand trailing up the ribbon to rest on Ichigo's leg.  He brought his fingers very slowly up the inside of his lover's leg to come to rest on his thigh.  "Another horrible thing to call me or..."  He trailed off, his eyes continuing the trail his fingers had paused on. 

            "I'm plotting." Ichigo left it at that. Especially since he wasn't sure what he meant. Plotting revenge? Plotting the most dignified way to get Uryuu to stop teasing him? Yeah, right. The honest answer was he was trying not to cry out from the heat of Uryuu's paper thin contact with his skin.

            Uryuu gave a short laugh and used his unoccupied hand to push his glasses back up his nose.  "I can't wait to see what you come up with," he muttered as his fingers continued their way up Ichigo's thigh and rested on the bulge they found. "And what is this?"  Two fingers gingerly slipped into Ichigo's jeans pocket and extracted the Shinigami  badge.  It quickly disappeared into Uryuu's pocket.  "Can't have you slipping out of your flesh and escaping me, now can we?"

            "Hey, that's not fair!" Ichigo demanded. "Give it back!" Now what?  He hadn't figured out how but he knew that was the only leverage he had, the only chance he had to escape.  The hell it is!  Ichigo told himself.  It's just ribbon and I'm not exactly weak.

            I could help you with that, Ichigo's inner hollow hissed.  Might tear pretty boy apart in the process though. Oh wait.  I forgot you wanted to be caught.  You're loving this aren't you, King? Let me help you in another way then.

            "Please," escaped Ichigo's lips before he could know he was thinking the word.

            Again, Uryuu's eyebrow inched up his forehead. "When I'm done with you maybe."  The Quincy's trademark better-than-you smirk was not wavering as he brought his hand back up to rest on Ichigo's thigh. He could feel the heat of his flesh thru the jeans and tried to keep it from showing on his face how much he wanted to touch that heat, skin to skin.

            Ignoring the voice in the back of his head or wherever that parasite lived, Ichigo noticed Uryuu's head tilt ever so slightly towards his right shoulder. Most people wouldn't have caught it and Uryuu himself would probably be shocked Ichigo paid that much attention; but he knew what it meant. 

            Whenever the Quincy was denying himself something he wanted or doing something that struck an uncomfortable balance between his code and his desires, his head would tilt towards the arm that had been no doubt put through hell during those private battles.