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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bleach
  Relationship:
      HichiIchi
  Character:
      Kurosaki_Ichigo, Hollow_Ichigo
  Additional Tags:
      superhero_au
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-05 Updated: 2018-03-24 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3186
****** Playing Hero ******
by MidnightMuse234
Summary
     Ichigo Kurosaki is trying to juggle college and keeping Karakura safe
     from villains. He was doing fine until Kishi came along and stole the
     young hero's heart. Ichigo also has a crush on his college roommate,
     Shiro. Now Karakura's hero must decide who he loves more before he
     ruins his chance with both of them. (There will be a sex-free version
     of this story on fanfiction net soon!)
***** Karakura's Hero *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright, so, this story is a little different than my usual stories
     because it starts with yaoi and the relationships are developed
     afterwards? Stick around though because there will be plot twists,
     cute fluff, sex (of course?), angst, and more. I've already got the
     whole thing planned and something like 6 chapters written? If you
     like this story, be sure to leave a comment. And as always, thank you
     for reading!
“Bank robbery! South of Fujisawa Street. Officials are warning people to stay
indoors. Shots have been fired. Blocks have been shut down all around the area.
Streets are. . .”
Ichigo tuned out of the rest of the broadcast and rushed to grab his bag. He
had already heard everything he needed to, and was now on his way out of his
shared room on campus, duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Ichigo paused in an
afterthought. “Gonna run to the campus store!” he shouted to his roommate
before marching out of the door.
He ran out onto the streets and took the fastest way possible to the bank. When
he was getting close, a crowd rushed by him. Ichigo frowned. He knew it would
be too conspicuous if he was the only one headed towards the robbery, so he
slipped into an ally. He shook his head, ignoring all the voices in his head
that said this was so typical of a Superhero - which he didn’t pretend to be
nor did he want others to think he was - and Ichigo began to change his
clothes.
He shrugged off his hoodie and ‘Nice Vibe’ t-shirt. Ichigo slid his arms into a
red, long sleeved shirt. He kicked off his jeans. Underneath was a skin-tight,
black pair of stirrup pants (which were pants with an additional piece of
fabric wrapped around the bottom of one’s heels). He put on black sneakers, and
black, fingerless, skateboarding gloves.
Lastly, Ichigo took out his ‘Superhero mask’. It was a ski helmet and ski mask
that he had melded together. It concealed the upper half of his face, and was
tight to his head so it wouldn’t fall off if he was thrown into a building. It
also protected his head, you know, when he was thrown into buildings. He pulled
the mask over his head, carefully tucking in his bright orange locks (nothing
would give away his identity faster), then he did up the strap of his helmet
under his chin.
Satisfied with his appearance, Ichigo shoved his regular clothes into his
duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder. Ichigo jumped for the ladder of the
fire exit and started heaving himself up the building. Once at the top, Ichigo
tucked his bag against the roof’s parapet, then continued via rooftop towards
the bank.
===============================================================================
When Ichigo arrived, the police had already vacated the area and entered the
bank. He jumped from the roof to the opposite building and slid down the side
of the wall. He landed without a problem, the inhuman strength his body
possessed making the whole thing look like child’s play.
“Yasashi!”
Ichigo blushed. He hadn’t gotten used to his new name yet, the one given to him
by the public. In the simplest terms, it meant kind, or gentle. He was glad the
people saw him as a friend.
“Yeah?” Ichigo responded to the call.
The police officer, Toshiro Hitsugaya, waved the young Kurosaki over. Ichigo
stepped up to the police captain and gave a respectful bow.
“Thanks for being formal, but it’s not necessary right now,” Toshiro snapped.
“Tell me, Yasashi, you’re going to catch the guys who did this, right?”
Ichigo nodded. “Mind if I have a look around first?”
Toshiro gestured to the front doors. Ichigo gave him a smile and a nod before
rushing inside.
Ichigo glanced around the office. It was still clean, polished, as if it had
never been intruded upon at all. The outside was a mess, bullets littered
everywhere, but that’s just like how he enjoyed things. Teasing his enemies,
letting them know hehad the upper hand, giving them clues and the likes but
always remaining one step ahead.
A sticky note caught Ichigo’s eye. It was the only thing out of place in the
entire room. He snatched it off the floor.
The note read,
                              Greetings, Yasashi.
                     Seems you got here a little late, no?
Ichigo glanced around. There had to be another note somewhere.
There! He saw another sticky note poking out from under the desk and lowered
himself to grab it.
                     Aww, down on your knees for me, hero?
Ichigo scowled. He saw a paper and snatched it angrily from beneath the chair.
  Don’t be late for our date tonight. I want you to meet me at Karakura River
                         under the big bridge by 3am.
Come alone. And by that, I mean if you bring anyone and I’ll blow up the whole
                                     area.
                   Get it? I’ll blow you until you come. ;)
 But seriously, bring any cops and I’ll kill anyone nearby. You know I’m crazy
                  enough to. Crazy about you too, hot stuff.
                               Sincerely, Kishi.
“What do you think?” Rangiku nudged Ichigo’s arm.
Ichigo sighed and crushed the paper in his hands, trying to suppress the blush
crossing his cheeks. “It was him alright. Kishi. Fucking bastard.”
Rangiku nodded, “I’ll let the captain know. We’ll get him this time, Yasashi. I
just know it!”
===============================================================================
But of course, Ichigo’s day just went downhill from there. Turns out he forgot
he was meeting Rukia for brunch and had to make up some excuse - she couldn’t
know about his other identity, it could get her into trouble.
After brunch, Ichigo had class. Then he went straight home, avoiding his
roommate, and tried to get a good sleep. Kishi wanted to meet him later this
evening, after all, and Kishi’s meetings usually took forever.
Tonight would be no different.
Ichigo appeared in full costume under the bridge at the exact time Kishi had
ordered him to. He slumped against the bricks, hidden away in the shadows of
the bridge. It wasn’t long before a figure appeared at the opening of the
tunnel on the other side.
“You look radian’, as ever,” Kishi teased, voice bouncing across the still
waters and against the stone of the bridge.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “You can’t even see me. It’s too dark.”
“Naw, but I can imagine ya, and yer hot in ma head.”
A blush spread across Ichigo’s cheeks. He noticed Kishi’s figure getting
closer. A sigh escaped pink lips and echoed under the bridge. “Are we really
doing this again?”
“Ya wanna do somethin’ else?”
“Eh, not really,” Ichigo replied.
He felt hands grip his hips. Hot lips kissed down his neck. He felt Kishi tug
at the buckle under his chin. “May I take this off?”
“Yeah, just gimme a sec,” Ichigo replied. Kishi stepped back and spun around.
Ichigo could make out the back of the other’s head covered by a hood. Ichigo
removed his helmet and let it clatter to the ground. Then he pulled a hoodie
over his head and pulled the strings on it tight. They had done this before on
a night with a fuller moon and Kishi swore he never saw a thing - but Ichigo
still didn’t want to take any chances of his identity being revealed.
“Ya good? May I turn back ‘round?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ichigo muttered.
“Che, don’t ‘yeah’ me. Ya make a big deal outta keepin’ yer identity a secret
an’ then ya shrug yer shoulders like ya don’ care.”
Ichigo spun Kishi around and tugged him close. “I do care, and you know why I
can’t reveal my identity. You don’t want to reveal yours either, so shut up,
idiot, and kiss me.”
Ichigo could hear Kishi chuckling just before their lips connected.
***** Meeting in the Dark *****
Chapter Notes
     Usually, I write sex later in my stories... this time it's happening
     right away. So if you're not into reading that, don't read this
     chapter. Plot picks up in chapter 3!
“I hate you,” Ichigo panted, his seed dripping from the corner of Kishi’s lips.
The other’s teeth glowed in the darkness. “I know. It’s wha’ makes this  so
much fun. Ya’ve got so much fire, so much passion, and it’s ten times better
with all tha’  delicious  hatred.”
Ichigo wobbled to his feet. He was surprised at how shaky his body was. In the
past (besides the first time he'd ever dropped his pants for his greatest
enemy), Ichigo recovered quickly from the pleasure Kishi brought him. Tonight,
however, Kishi seemed to be in a  really  good mood. Ichigo didn't want to
think about whatever evil the man got up to before he had gone down on him that
night.
Suddenly, Ichigo's hands were snatched and pinned against the wall. The young
hero shivered, feeling Kishi’s lips trace his collarbone.
“I-I thought you-”
“Hush,” Kishi muttered. “I’ve simply  got‘a  taste more of you.” Lips moved
down Ichigo’s neck. Exhaustion from his previous release crept back in, dulling
Ichigo’s senses, and his lips were looser this time. Moans spilled freely as
Kishi nipped and kissed his neck.
“F-Fuck,” Ichigo cursed, “ngh, you’re gonna make me hard a-again.”
“Is tha’ a bad thin’?”
“K-Kishi. . .”
Kishi grinned and yanked Ichigo against him. “Fuck, I ain’ gettin’ ou’a this
without a boner myself, King.” He ground his clothed erection against Ichigo’s,
their breaths mingling as they moaned together. “Yasashi, d’ya know how to give
a blowjob?”
Ichigo’s eyes widened. He shook his head  no  before realizing Kishi couldn't
see him. “I don't.”
“Ai’ght, tha’s fine.” Ichigo heard a belt clatter against the rocky ground. He
felt Kishi press against him, bare, and bring both their erections together in
one hand.
Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, his hand instinctively gripping
Kishi’s hair.
Kishi placed his lips on Ichigo’s cheek, kissing along his skin until he found
Ichigo’s ear. “Ya wanna learn how ta give one?”
Ichigo gasped. “I-I don’t know.”
“I ain’ gonna make ya,” Kishi murmured. “I was only offerin’. ‘Cause if ya
wanna learn, I ain’ gonna protest. Ya can practice on me anytime.”
Ichigo felt heat rush to his face. He loosened his grip on Kishi’s hair and
trembled as their bodies rubbed against each other. He felt so bizarrely safe
in Kishi’s grip, like he could do anything. “Alright, sure, I’ll give it a
shot. What do I do?”
“No teeth, tha’s important.” Kishi snorted, “Well, unless yer partner is a
masochis’ like me.”
Ichigo nodded. “Teeth hurt, got it. What else?”
“Use yer tongue, it’s how I ge’ ya to come every time.”
Ichigo scowled and shot a glare at where he thought Kishi’s face was. The other
must’ve felt the sudden motion because Kishi chuckled and placed a quick kiss
on Ichigo’s lips.
“Oh, an’ don’ try to take me all in a’ once. Yer new a’ this, and I wan’ ya
t’enjoy it too. Don’t go further than yer comfortable, else it’ll end in the
non-fun messy way.”
“Gross, but noted.” Ichigo felt Kishi’s grip on him loosen. He took the
opportunity and lowered himself to his knees, feeling Kishi’s hand move across
the back of his head. Ichigo smiled to himself. The touch was so gentle,
despite how easily Kishi could grip his hood and hair then face-fuck him right
there. Ever since the first time they kissed, which was both awkward and
welcomed, Kishi always displayed respect for the orange-head. It was especially
funny when Ichigo thought about all the times they nearly killed each other in
battle.
Funny? Ichigo Kurosaki what kind of a fucked up person do you have to be to
chuckle at that?
“Ready when ya are,” Kishi muttered.
Ichigo blushed. He found Kishi’s hips and worked his hands down from there. It
was dark, and he couldn’t see anything, but it also made the  feeling  part
much better. Ichigo found the base of Kishi’s erection and heard the man gasp.
He followed Kishi’s length, stroking it for good measure before placing his
lips on the tip.
“H-Hot,” Kishi gasped. Ichigo felt him tremble.
Now that he thought about it, the cool night air was horrible against his own
erection, and the only salvation was Kishi’s hot lips. He didn’t have to
imagine what Kishi was feeling right now, Ichigo had already been through it. A
rush of adrenaline surged through Ichigo’s body; it was time for revenge.
Ichigo licked the underside of Kishi’s dick, hearing him release another gasp.
Ichigo grinned and wrapped his lips around the tip, massaging the slit with his
tongue.
“F-For a beginner, y-yer good, ah,” Kishi gasped, which only encouraged Ichigo
further.
Ichigo massaged Kishi’s sack with his fingers, and took in a little more of his
erection. His tongue swirled around Kishi, making the other tremble and release
more moans. Ichigo suddenly tensed, the nerves in his mouth forcing him to
swallow. He heard Kishi moan his nickname, and Ichigo pulled back.
“Well, that’s quite enjoyable from down here,” Ichigo muttered.
Kishi snorted and pressed his hand against the wall for support. “Fuck, ya
haven’t a clue wha’ it’s doin’ to me up here.”
Ichigo chuckled and raised himself to Kishi’s height. “I’m thinking I’m just
about ready.”
“Good, cause I was thinkin’ the fuckin’ same.”
Ichigo felt excitement fill him as Kishi gripped his hips and turned him
around. The harsh, almost savage behaviour from Kishi made Ichigo’s blood
hotter than ever. He never would have considered himself a submissive, but damn
he didn’t mind giving himself entirely to the beast of a man behind him.
“I wasn’ plannin’ on fuckin’ ya, so I haven’t got lube. But I’ll tell ya wha’,
you stepped out of your comfort zone an’ tried somethin’ new fer me, so I’m
gonna do the same fer ya.”
Before Ichigo could ask, something wet and hot appeared at his entrance. He
squirmed and writhed against Kishi, his back arching and a gasp clawing out of
his throat. “T-The fuck was that!?”
“My tongue, King. I’m plannin’ on eatin’ ya.”
Ichigo shivered and didn’t have time to say more before he was turned around
again and carefully laid on his back on Kishi’s jacket. His legs were lifted
over Kishi’s shoulders.
“Just relax, m’love, and lemme make ya feel good.”
Ichigo leaned back into the jacket Kishi had placed on the ground for his
comfort. It was soft, and smelled like Kishi.
Another gasp left Ichigo’s lips as Kishi’s tongue appeared once more. Moans and
mewls spilled through Ichigo’s lips as he was tongue-fucked, and then a finger
or two was added. Ichigo bucked his hips against Kishi’s fingers, white lights
spreading across his vision.
“Y-You better hurry.”
“Mm.” Kishi leaned back. “Am I tha’ good?”
“Sh-Shut up, asshole.”
Kishi grinned and stroked himself, the mixture of precum and saliva becoming
makeshift lube. He’d have to be careful, more so than usual, when entering the
other. At least Ichigo was completely lax for him. Ichigo had learned how to
relax quickly from the last few times they’d had sex.
“Ready for me?”
“Always.”
Kishi chuckled and thrust in, hearing Ichigo grunt. His hands rubbed Ichigo's
sides to help distract from the pain.
As Ichigo’s breath evened out, he gave the other a nudge, signalling for him to
go. Kishi thrust, cautiously, aware that there wasn’t proper lube and he didn’t
want either of them tearing. After a few, deep thrusts, he felt Ichigo clench.
He pulled out, getting too dry, and he placed his lips on Ichigo’s member to
coax him to his orgasm. He felt the other’s hips buck before he finally
released. Then Ichigo, still heated and full of adrenaline, felt Kishi down
until he found his member and teased him until he climaxed too.
“Ah, l-love,” Kishi panted. “Yer always. . . such a pleasure.”
“And you’re always. . .” Ichigo paused to think of the right words. “. . .so
unpredictable.”
Kishi smirked and wiggled around in the darkness to help dress Ichigo. “So, see
ya at tha mayor’s rally tomorrow?”
Ichigo scoffed. “You’re going to that stupid thing?”
Kishi cackled and tossed Ichigo’s helmet at him, which Ichigo barely caught.
“Wow! Didn’ expect ta hear tha’ from ya. Wha’, ya don’ believe in racism?”
“Ugh, of course I have to go, so of course I’ll be there.” Ichigo hummed as
Kishi danced around him, smoothing out the lines of Ichigo’s shirt and tugging
up his pants. “I was invited by the mayor, but it does  not  mean that I
believe in what he’s trying to do. Before you know it, Karakura will outlaw
mutants and cyborgs.”
“Unless someone assassinates tha mayor.”
Ichigo gasped. “You wouldn’t  dare. ”
“I’d do i’ fer ya.”
And Kishi would, too. He’d murdered a few men for daring to joke about killing
Ichigo in Kishi’s presence. Of course, this only fortified the idea that Kishi
was insane, and kept his underlings in his control.
Ichigo leaned into Kishi’s arms. “Tempting, but no. Murder is still murder. I
know you’ve killed people before, albeit bad people, but the mayor? He’s just
some prick. He’ll get put down by the judicial system any day now. So please,
try not to do anything stupid tomorrow.”
Kishi kissed Ichigo’s cheek then knocked Ichigo’s helmet out of his hands.
“Alrigh’ I promise I’ll be good. I won’ kill ‘im, but I’ll rain on his fuckin’
parade I’ll tell ya tha’.”
Ichigo chuckled. “And I’ll stop you. I won’t be late this time.”
“Righ’.” Kishi placed what felt like a ticket in Ichigo’s hand. “Oh, an’ this
is fer a spa a’ the mall. They’ll give ya a good massage to get the pain ou’a
yer hips tha’ yer bound ta be feelin’ after havin’ sex with me three times in
the pas’ two weeks.”
Ichigo nuzzled Kishi’s neck. “Thanks.” He found his helmet and placed it on his
head before he wandered out from beneath the bridge and grabbed his bag. “Oh,
and Kishi, next time book a hotel. You know damn well that we’re gonna be
having sex, or doing something, and my back won’t last forever on just that
jacket even with all those spa days.”
Kishi’s laughter echoed beneath the bridge. “You betcha, King.”
The nickname sent a shiver up Ichigo’s spine - a single word that promised
endless pleasure, and it already had Ichigo craving more. Ichigo turned away
before he really did go back for another round. He leapt up the side of the
bridge, just about running up the wall. This left Kishi under the bridge alone.
The supervillain smirked before dressing himself. He still didn’t have the
courage to ask him this time, but he kept hope for the day that Ichigo would
toss away his goody-two-shoes shtick and join him in the thrills of villainy.
The same sorrow hit Ichigo once he was a few blocks away. He wanted to go back,
to find out who Kishi really was. He thought one night that he'd seen a shimmer
of blue hair in the moonlight, but he decided it was just his imagination. He
wanted desperately to know what Kishi looked like and he knew Kishi wanted to
know the same about him. The two of them decided it was too risky to see each
other on a night with a moon, so they met in the darkest and most secluded
places they could find. The bridge, although uncomfortable, was next to a river
too dangerous for boats, and was a location too risky for those looking to
spray paint walls. It was perfect.
Ichigo sighed. Almost too perfect. He could barely see anything at all when
there was no moon. I wonder if I'll ever find out who he is?
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