Fictional Experience

It was just another day in Karakura Town. A rather warm one in all truth as summer had come to pass which was long overdue in just about everyone's opinion after the Winter War. Still it was behind them leaving its respective scars on them all, but life went on and so did they. It helped that those still residing in the town found a sense of comfort together, a new bond had formed after the war between them all. Despite these new ties on the surface things still looked the same. Rukia would still berate Ichigo and take markers to him if he dared speak against her artistic genius, Renji and Uryuu still argued like a married couple, and Urahara was still just as meddling as he ever was, crazy (also read sinfully ugly) hat and all. It was under that things could be read if you had been among them long enough. The coaxing of those endeared to stop looking back and turn their mind to the present, though some may have had a less than gentle means of making said kind gestures known.

But today Ichigo was alone, he didn't want to volunteer to go along with the rest of his friends on their beach trip. Thankfully he had been able to back out at the last moment with a quick, helpful white lie from Urahara. So he was stuck moving boxes for a few hours, or doing some kind of chore, it certainly beat avoiding being drowned by an over eager Rukia and a bastard, stuck-up Quincy. Not that he didn't appreciate his friends it was just their behavior that drove him up the wall. Honest.

Yet he was walking into the shop, in t-shirt and jeans, not shorts, looking around for any sign of any of its occupants. When not even Jinta poked his head out of somewhere to nag him for being late, which he wasn't, he figured they were busy. Not like they minded him around, Ichigo pretty regularly spent time at Urahara's so no one questioned it if he popped in. Heck they usually didn't even kick up a fuss if he spent the night. As a semi-regular guest, or occupant, they even could work him into their normal schedule which in a weird way he found he liked. It was weird to think that he could get ready with Ururu and Jinta on a school morning without making any of them late, or that if he stayed for dinner his spot between Urahara and Ururu was always left open for him. Jinta and he could talk about sports on occasion, even Tessai would join in on that which had originally surprised him. All in all the only Kurosaki son figured this wasn't a bad place for him to fit in. They didn't bug him when he was brooding, they didn't suffocate him when he would march in unannounced and head straight for the basement, and they didn't hesitate to ignore his usual floundering in any emotional situation. How many times had Ururu just plopped right up against his side when he was feeling a bit down and sat quietly with something to occupy herself? More than he could count. Even Jinta might smack him if he thought too much but the hits never really hurt and he never hit his face. Heck they'd even blatantly lied and told his family he wasn't around when he needed space. Tessai knew his favorite foods, which kind of freaked him out since he'd never said anything, and always remembered to try and include Ichigo when he was around. Urahara though was the odd one, he would just nod and smile to him most often. They had a more silent understanding between them but whenever Ichigo would nod off somewhere or end up hurt, more often than not he was fairly sure the one to deal with it was Urahara himself. They had an odd dynamic, but it was strangely comfortable.

Which might have been why Ichigo didn't think anything of slipping his shoes off at the door and heading straight in. No greeting was weird since there were always at least two people around usually, or more given who owned the place. Yet the quiet was not an unwelcome change of pace. Yet the redhead poked his head in and around just to check but against didn't spot a single soul. While confused he figured he could just wait and went to go take a seat to bide his time, not like he had anything better to do.

Settling in he was a bit surprised when he bumped something on the floor beside the cushion. With a faint frown he lifted up what appeared to be a somewhat thick packet of paper. Well over a hundred or so papers it was thick enough that it had some weight to it. Curious he took a look at the front, because he knew if it was order business or research Urahara would want it obviously, but instead the cover was blank. That didn't answer anything so he flipped in a few pages to see what was written if anything at all. Opened to a random page he found out there was something written, and quite a bit of it. Frowning faintly he noted it seemed to be almost like a novel, if a bland one since nothing of interest was happening in the few quick lines he'd read. It wasn't until he flipped a few more pages that he found himself seeing a bit more clearly just what he'd picked up.

"You were expecting someone else? If that's the case I could always leave."

"I wasn't, you just...snuck up on me you bastard." The redhead muttered in a distinctly displeased tone, bottom lip gutting out in what one would call a pout. Or that would be inclined to unless they knew of the man's rather irate personality and incendiary reaction to jibes to his masculinity, real or imagined. Still those displeased lines on his expression did not remain once his older companion began to slide those pale hands of his under the younger's temptingly snug shirt. While one wouldn't say they melted away they did ease and even further when a soft apology was mouthed against a tanned throat. "S-stop that!"

The older of the pair just chuckled and repeated the gesture when he replied to the half-hearted demand at best. "You don't really want me to or you'd be using those hands of yours to take me off of you. I do know you better than that."

At the words tan hands were trying to pull those pale hands away to falter when that man's annoying mouth closed over his throat, with a faint play of teeth and tongue that left the protest dying in his throat. It became all too tempting for Daniel to put up much more fight, so the redhead just did his best to scowl as his eyes became lidded at the attention the older man paid continued to trail down along the column of his-

Blinking a handful of times Ichigo just stared down at the open page wondering what he'd just read. When it sank in his cheeks began to flush and he was caught in place, otherwise he would have thrown it clear across the room. Not that it was that racy but still it wasn't something he wanted to read about. It wasn't even well written either! All the same teen hadn't tossed the piece of fiction aside and instead found himself more curious than he was willing to admit. Wasn't everyday you found something this kind of scandalous in the shop. Urahara was usually pretty careful about that with the kids around. That was what he told himself he was keeping a hold of it for, after all he wasn't still mildly curious or anything. Who wanted to read a book about a couple of guys getting it on?

The warm, solid weight behind him was comforting, made more so by the firm hold the bare arms around his waist had. While Daniel wasn't about to admit it aloud there was always something appealing about being in such a position, the lack of vulnerability where he should have felt infinitely more exposed. Or perhaps he did feel the openess as a discomfort but the soft, warm puffing breath against his shoulder was just that distracting. It became a non-issue when the others pale hands were working on unfastening his belt.

"You still wear such tight clothing."

"Shut up." It was a grumbling protest, eyes shyly ducking away.

"But I highly approve, makes for such stimulating thought." Johnathan knew he was walking a thin line with such teasing in these moments but the flush they induced was all too tempting to forgo them. It surprised him sometimes how innocent the other could act even after so long now. Invoking that boyish blush was his favorite hobby and would likely remain so. "Look at you. Still so innocent aren't you my de-" But it seemed that his dear lover had enough of his mouth producing words and thought it could be put to better use, or so the tanned hand forcing his head down said. Fingers tightly wound in pale blond hair bringing him down to the demanding, pouting mouth. Not that Johnathan had any protests and quite willingly pursued better use of his mouth, but he had been enjoying the reaction to his well-meaning teasing. But when he thought about it it wasn't only his mouth that could be put to far better use, so his hands resumed their work of divesting the heated redhead out of what was left of his clothes.

Ichigo had been ready to go to the next page when he felt something against his shoulder that made him jump nearly a foot into the air. An iron grip held him down though, keeping the teen from going too far and a low chuckle reached him, as the warm breath against his shoulder made him shudder.

"Ah I didn't mean to startle you Kurosaki-kun, but in all fairness I did call your name a few times."

"U-Urahara?" Brown eyes wide he looked back at the man who wore a lazy smile on his unshaven face.

"You were expecting someone else?" When those words passed the shopkeeper's lips for some reason Ichigo felt a hot flush go down from his chest to his toes and then up from his neck. It resulted in him sputtering faintly and leaning away as the blond man tried to determine what was going on. Yet he never got the chance as the teen wormed away and ran about as fast as he legs would carry him.

It was only when he got home that Ichigo realized he'd taken the story with him, clutching it the whole way.

Meanwhile Urahara could only wonder what in the world had made his former student react so violently to his appearance. That and he wondered where that manuscript he'd written had gone.