Target Practice
by Laura Bryannan

Ichigo had lost the dare. How the hell that happened he didn’t know—Ishida had killed the hollow before he had—but he had promised to do whatever he wanted if he lost and so here he was. Waiting.

Uryuu Ishida was weary of being ignored, of being looked down upon, of being misunderstood. Most of the time he couldn’t be bothered to notice what others thought, but this one got under his skin and he didn’t know why. He was so infuriatingly confident, always surrounded by his circle of friends. Ishida envied his ease with himself and others—his preeminent normalcy. It didn’t seem fair that he should have all this and immense spirit power as well. The guy needed taking down, and he was pretty sure he knew how to do it.

Ichigo was fully clothed, but on his hands and knees as ordered. It seemed like he’d been waiting there forever. They were out in a clearing surrounded by trees; no one could see (or help, Ichigo realized). Ishida was near, but kept himself out of his line of sight. Ichigo could hear him walking around; he could feel his eyes on him. It almost seemed as if he were pacing at times. What was he going to do? It was really starting to get on his nerves. The guy was so effing weird, there was really no way he could predict what was going to happen. He figured if Ishida had wanted sex, he would already know that by now, so WTF? He was almost disappointed too, he realized, and that bothered him a great deal.

There wasn’t much to do, stuck here as he was, except to examine his feelings for Ishida. He didn’t think of himself as a guy who wanted to get with guys, but there was something about the Quincy that kept haunting his fantasies. He was such a strange mixture of strength and softness, of power and eccentricity. Ichigo found his new life bewildering, and Rukia intimidating. It was strangely comforting to know there was a comrade out there who was clearly competent. It made his own burdens easier to bear somehow. He found himself wanting to get in the guy’s good graces—to prove himself worthy, even though he had no idea what he was supposed to be worthy of. He hadn’t been able to keep Ishida out of his head since the day he announced himself. If he were to be honest, he could almost admit he had lost the dare on purpose, just to see what would happen.

Suddenly his skin prickled. Ishida came and stood before him, his face angled in such a way that he couldn’t see his eyes, just light mirroring off his glasses. It made him look inhuman, and Ichigo shuddered.

I think it’s time for you to drop you pants,” he said quietly.

Huh?” Ichigo didn’t move.

Are you reneging on the terms of our dare?”

Think you’re gonna fuck me, archer boy?” he blustered, trying to sound braver than he felt. He had thought about getting with Ishida—he was willing to admit that much to himself—but he hadn’t imagined it like this. He had imagined himself on top, not the other way around.

Oh, I have no intention of touching you, substitute shinigami,” Ishida replied with distain. “Do as I say…now!”

Ichigo kneeled up and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and lowered them to his knees, unable to look Ishida in the face. There was no missing his erection and, if Ishida were really perceptive (which he figured he was), he would notice the soaked boxers as well. It was embarrassing, but not in a totally horrible way, he realized. His cock was nothing to be ashamed of, and he hoped that maybe Ishida might want to touch it with his hands or his mouth. Ichigo didn’t care which. Ishida stood there looking for a very long time, and Ichigo found himself beginning to tremble, the suspense was so great. He tried to keep himself from panting, but it was really hard, and he didn’t quite succeed.

Back down on your hands now. Put your head on the ground and spread your knees,” Ishida ordered.

Ichigo complied, facing away so Ishida couldn’t see him blushing. It felt really strange to have his ass waving in the breeze like this. It felt vulnerable in a way he didn’t have any experience with before today. His head was beginning to get woozy and his knees a little weak.

Ishida let out a little “humpf” and walked away again. Ichigo’s heart sank. What was the guy going to do? He could hear Ishida walking farther away. Was he just going to leave him here with his ass up in the air? This was getting a little too weird, and he was so damn horny he couldn’t stand it much longer.

Then something began to happen. He could feel spirit energy starting to flow around the area, and flashes of blue light reflecting off the plants nearby. It was just like when Ishida drew his bow….

Ohmygod. NO! he screamed in his mind the second before it hit him right there—ravished him, consumed him, knocked him face first on the ground with the power of it. It wasn’t pain, but was it pleasure? Yes, it was. His cock knew it was pleasure, but it was so intense his brain basically stopped working. He lay curled in a ball, hugging himself, moaning and mumbling senseless things.

Ishida walked over to the mass of writhing flesh and noted the puddle of cum on the ground. He nodded with satisfaction at the results of his experiment, and felt just about as pleased as he had ever felt in his life.

Bulls eye,” he said with a smile that Ichigo did not see, pushed his glasses up his nose, and walked home.

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