Watching
by: Ritsuko
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: NC-17 for some stuffs!
Pairing: IchigoxIshida, with a surprise guest appearance
Timeline: right after 14? cause I haven't seen any more than that. Sorry if they're a bit OOC.
for my friend, Seca

Kon couldn't believe the day he'd had. Getting stomped on for managing a sneak peek at Nee-san's panties, getting brought to (and left at) the school only to be pawed at and played with by countless cute high school girls. Well, really, he hadn't minded that. But he had minded being forgotten. He had been chased by a dog for nearly five blocks, not to mention had to sneak past countless old ladies who thoguht they were seeing things and up a flight of stairs. And when you're limited to the body of a stuffed lion/bear/thing, that's not an easy task. At least, no one had been home. He couldn't imagine getting past Ichigo's sisters and father.

Ichigo's bedroom door was barely open a crack, and nothing could be seen inside, but darkness. Kon managed to slip through the door, assuming that the entire family had went out for the evening, for dinner or something. Not entirely unreasonable. But where was Rukia? Had she and Ichigo gone out in search of hollows. The thought pissed him off if they had, seeing as they forgot him!

The bed moved. Even in the darkness, he saw it. The stuffed animal frowned. It was barely 6:30. What was going on? Was ichigo sick? Or was it Rukia? Or-

There was a moan. Kon's ears perked up. A moan? Worry creased his fuzzy little brow. Maybe one of them really was sick! Or maybe. . . There was more movement, and a hand came off of the bed. No, he was wrong- those beady little button eyes could see better than it seemed- there were two hands.

Clasping each other.

Kon's jaw dropped, face the epitome of shock. What the hell?! Quickly, he scampered over to the side of the bed, as not to be seen, and it was affirmed. The bed, if ever so slowly, was CREAKING. The stuffed toy's heart started to race, well, it would, if stuffed toys had hearts. The hands were literally clasped, above his head, tightening and relaxing in each other's grasp as the bed slowly creak creaked above him. He had to cover his little mouth with his paws in order to not cry out in shock.

What was that bastard Ichigo doing to Nee-san?! there was another plaintative moan above him, and a soft whisper: "Ichigo. . ."

The toy had had enough. Silently, he climbed the bed frame, ready to sneak to the top and point out what a horrible beast that Ichigo was, making Nee-san make such noises! They weren't even dating! (Not to mention, Nee-san was his!)

Reaching the top, he opened his mouth to scream at the both of them and stopped, shocked for the second time in as many minutes.

That wasn't Rukia.

Ishida and Ichigo were in bed. Together.

NAKED.

If stuffed animals could have nosebleeds, they'd have been covered. Quickly, Kon darted back over the side of the bed, peeking over the top, to affirm what he'd just seen, in case the day had been too hard and he was slightly going insane. But they were still there, naked and gleaming in the moonlight from the open window.

The blue haired boy sat atop the shinigami, sheathing him, moving up and down, ever so slowly. He could see that Ichigo's eyes were shut tight, head thrown back, one hand in front of him stroking Ishida. While the shinigami was silent except for laboured breathing, Ishida was rapidly making more mewling noises in the back of his throat.

Kon watched, wide eyed, as their pace quickened, breath catching in his fuzzy throat. Ishida swayed atop Ichigo's bucking groin, moans becoming more heated, as the orange haired boy pumped his length faster. He couldn't turn his eyes away, as he felt more and more. . .

Quickly, he shook his head. What the hell was he thinking?! What the hell were these guys doing?! They were. . . guys! He was about to speak up, when Ishida came, white spilling across Ichigo's abdomen. Evidently, within the next couple thrusts, Ichigo did as well, because he moaned almost as loud as the blue haired boy had. Moments later, they were curled in each other's arms, cuddling, and Kon's face was still as shocked as ever.

What. . . was this feeling in him? Something about the two boys together had chaged something inside himself. He hadn't ever thought about it before, but they had been so. . . beautiful.

Dark eyes looked up at him. Ichigo could see him. Freaking out, he let go, and hit the floor with a thump, before running out of the room altogether. Oh man, the bastard had seen. . .

He ran into a linen closet, breathing hard. He had to digest this all, seeing the two boys together. His gut wrenched. Why hadn't he looked away? What had made him want to watch? Was it really so arousing?

Well, being only a genderless stuffed animal, it looked like he wouldn't know.

Back in the room, Ichigo frowned to himself. That Kon, what a freakin' pervert.

"Your stuffed animal was watching." Ishida said dryly, reaching for his glasses. Ichigo smiled bitterly, and stroked a finger across the Quincy's cheek. The glasses went on, and Ishida scrutinized the orange haired boy with a loving smirk. "Do you think he liked what he saw?"

Ichigo snorted. "I don't care. If he wants to be a peeping tom, whatever."

Ishida traced a nipple with a finger, and Ichigo bit his lip from the sheer sensation. "I don't know. He's such a brass little thing." he pinched a little, and the shinigami hissed sharply. "It might be fun to share a bed with two Ichigos. . . "

Blinking for a moment, the shinigami contemplated this. "You know, Ishida, I never realized what a pervert you are." He captured the Quincy's mouth with his own, contemplating this new thought. . . Ishida, himself, and Kon. . . in his body. He smiled in the kiss.

But how to keep Rukia out of the way?

Back to the smut!