AN: Hey - so here's the second chapter! I'm still having it betaed ao it might change a little before the next chapter comes up (I have updated it once though, since I found some mistakes I was really unhappy with) - but I'll leave a note about that in the next chapter :) First chapter is being betaed too, so hopefully my story will get better and you'll have more fun reading! So thanks a bunch to conjurelass for wanting to beta even though she has her own great stories to take care of!

Disclaimer: I do not own. Which is good. Otherwise I would've ruined the show with gay p0rn ^^;;

WARNING!!: This story contains men taking it up the behind! YAOI, YAOI, YAOI, YAOI!!!! This chapter isn't as naughty as the last one though - a little bit more romance here ;) There are Ichigo getting himself off though!

Onwards! Please enjoy - the largest piece I've written to date.

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Chapter Ni – Troubleshooting

Ichigo sat alone by his desk fingering the little bead called Kon, it was getting late, but he didn't feel like sleeping just yet. He sighed in frustration. He'd given upon kicking that habit after today's bizarre events - it kind of felt like he'd spend a day in some sort of dream world or alternate universe – which wasn't really that unusual when he thought about it, considering everything that had happened in his life, especially since he became a shinigami. Did this happen a lot when one was a shinigami? Your life taking one weird turn after the other? Was he supposed to live like this for the rest of his mortal life – and probably his afterlife also?

He eyed the little ball he was fingering, going through his unfortunate day step by step again, some things had been very odd about it – and that was aside from the fact that he'd ahem with a hollow. Which wasn't the worst part, it was so much worse that he had lost his ability to fight back so fast that he didn't even know if he'd done it willingly. And he hadn't even done something like that with a human yet... He hadn't even had his first kiss yet. But just some hours ago he had had se... He didn't even dare think it through, afraid that all his blood would rush to his head making him pass out or fall over or explode or something like that. Instead he focused on the aftermath. Oh the joy of being at the mercy of Urahara Kisuke.

He'd asked Urahara, who had so kindly saved him from his molester, to escort him back to the Kurosaki's. But Urahara had suggested that they went to his place first, since there might've been some questions about his torn outfit that he didn't want to answer. So they had departed for the candy store where Urahara apparently had spare shinigami clothes. The journey there had been rather degrading though, as Urahara had insisted upon giving Ichigo a piggyback ride, and feeling like his legs couldn't drag him more than a few steps he'd allowed it – after a few protests.

Ichigo's face turned a redder shade. How embarrassing. He'd let another man carry him, on his back nonetheless! Not just the usual 'lean on my shoulder' way of dragging someone, no, he'd been carried. He felt like that last bit of manliness he might have kept after that had been stripped away from him. And he felt even less like a man since he'd actually enjoyed it; the feeling of leaning on Urahara's firm back, the slight swaying in his steps calming him down, his smell filling his senses, his calm breathing, his strong arms keeping him in place, supporting him, helping him hold on to the older man. 'Clinging to' might have described it better, but Ichigo had decided to obliterate that thought.

As they arrived at the shop neither of Urahara's small helpers had been around, luckily, he wouldn't have been able to keep his sanity if one of the children had seen him like that – on Urahara's back dressed in not much more than Urahara's coat. However Tessai had been there. Oh joy. And if Ichigo had thought that Tessai might have acted like a mother hen before, he'd have no words for Tessai's actions as the duo entered the shop.

The giant had opened the dams on his eyes and rivers of tears had appeared as he rushed towards them reaching for Ichigo. He had practically been torn away from Urahara's back into an embrace that almost knocked all the air from his lungs. Then he'd been stripped from his remaining clothes, much to his dismay, and through his attempts to hide himself with his bare arms he'd been studied with a lot of 'oh no'es and 'how awful's and small touches to his slowly closing wounds until Tessai had finally had enough and send Ichigo running naked towards a hot bath prepared by Urahara, praying to whoever might be up there that no one else would see him like this. But the bath had been worth it, the warm water washing away the feeling of sticky green slime all over and inside his body. Urahara's smell went away with it and made Ichigo forget about the small feeling of comfort he had felt all the while Urahara had been with him.

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Ichigo dropped the Kon bead to the desk. If only that had been all the embarrassment he'd had to endure... but today just wasn't his lucky day.

As Ichigo had finished the bath he felt a little human again, despite actually still being a shinigami, but he felt more civilized again. Urahara had brought him his spare clothes after Tessai had decided that all cuts would heal up nicely without his aid, finally some luck. After re-dressing himself Urahara had walked him to the door. Ichigo hesitated as they reached the outdoors. He had a question he would have to ask Urahara, a question with an answer that Ichigo felt had the uttermost importance in his life right now; how much had Urahara seen before he showed up and forced the hollow to retreat. What if he'd seen everything? What if he'd heard him moan and submit to the perverted hollow?

"You look like have something you want to say." Ichigo had been so occupied in trying to formulate the question he hadn't been controlling his facial expression, and his usual scowl had slipped to be replaced with something Urahara obviously easily read. How Ichigo wished the older man wasn't so much more skilled in hiding his emotions, if he could've guessed just a little about the other man's thoughts, popping the question might not have been as hard. Or embarrassing.

"Well, you know..." Ichigo sighed. He didn't have the guts to do this after all, or perhaps he was afraid that the answer might be too much to handle right now. He didn't have any idea what he would do, if Urahara had seen the part where he enjoyed it... How to get out of this now it had all started - another question that would be just as good, quickly now... Something that could relate to today's events or something Urahara had said to him.

"What... Uhm... Why were... Why were you there today? What was that about sending Ururu or Jinta?" Yes, that was a great question. Surely he'd be able to hide his real question through that and he could always ask again later when he knew he could handle the answer. He looked at Urahara as much as he could from the corner of his eye without Urahara noticing his stare. Urahara didn't answer straight away, he looked serious. But then Urahara must have decided that the question was fair enough and he flashed his usual mischievous smile and switched to his amused voice.

"Why Kurosaki-kun! Your little boss requested me to of cause." Urahara's fan had magically appeared in his hand and he was hiding the part of his face with it that the hat didn't cover or hide with its shadow. "She was so worried about this little shinigami," he reached out and ruffled Ichigo's hair a little, "that she asked for help, and not without reason you'll probably agree. But don't worry about that, I tell her that I didn't need to do anything and spend the entire day looking at you fighting of hollows and flirting with girls, so she'll owe me quite the favor for my trouble."

Ichigo's face went straight back into his usual scowl and he eyed Urahara suspiciously. What was he trying to accomplish by doing that?

"Of cause that means," he didn't sound amused anymore, more like dark and secretive. "That you'll owe me a favor as well," he gave Ichigo a stare that sent shivers down the orange haired boy's spine and made him want to run away. It was way to intense to endure for more than seconds and even more so because reminded him of the look the hollow had given him earlier on before it had... "if you understand, Kurosaki-kun?"

Ichigo nodded, he felt like his throat had gone dry and he couldn't find the words to answer Urahara's question. However Urahara seemed pleased with the answer as he switched back to his amused voice.

"Now of with you, I'm sure Rukia-chan has already returned home waiting to hear how your day went!" With that he gave Ichigo a small push out the door and closed it after him before Ichigo had any real chance to grasp the situation.

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The mod soul rolled of the table and fell to the floor as Ichigo lost focus on it accidently and forgot to pick it up before it rolled off the edge of the desk. He sighed, Kon had been problematic today as well, which was why Ichigo was currently punishing the mod soul by not letting it into its stuffed animal body. Perhaps he was being a bit to cruel towards Kon, but he certainly hadn't picked the right day to try and annoy Ichigo.

As Ichigo had returned home after Urahara had practically thrown him out he arrived only moments before the zoo party returned, and he hadn't even reached the front door as he heard Kon-Ichigo chatting friendly with Yuzu. Before they came into view he heard Rukia excuse herself, saying 'thank you for today' and take of. Ichigo knew she would come sneaking into his room through the window later, but she needed a cover so the family wouldn't suspect that Ichigo had a girl sleeping in his room every night. And this gave Ichigo more time to get his story straight, when Rukia would undoubtedly ask him about every detail later.

Kon-Ichigo and Yuzu came into view right then, and Ichigo's trail of thought stopped the same second. Oh, Kon was so dead. Why he had let the stupid mod soul dress his body, he would never know, but he would never make that mistake again! Kon had had the funny idea of putting on a white T-shirt with a pink rabbit smiley – much like those Rukia drew – on the front, and the T-shirt was obviously way too small for Ichigo's body. His navel was shoving, oh god, and the T-shirt was way too tight. To Ichigo's relief he wore normal jeans, they went a little low on his hips, but looked pretty normal. As they came closer he noticed a pink rabbit pin in his hair, keeping a few orange locks from his face... and his lips were unnaturally shiny. Oh Kon had not gone into the public looking like that.

In an outburst of rage Ichigo charged, only allowing Kon to register him coming at him with a small gasp before Ichigo forcefully slammed his soul back into his body, forcing the mod soul to be expelled from his body. Ichigo coughed up the bead and quickly hid it in his hand as Yuzu looked worriedly up at him.

"Are you okay, Ichi-nii?" She said turning around.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got something disgusting struck in my throat." Which wasn't a lie, numerous times that day, he did have several disgusting things in his mouth and throat, but this time he was referring to Kon.

"I told you that you didn't have enough clothes on, nii-san. Now you've gotten sick!" She tried to feel his temperature but Ichigo stepped out of her reach. He had to get away from her and the ones waiting inside before his battle wounds were transferred completely from his shinigami self to his real body – and this outfit wouldn't hide anything like his school uniform usually did.

"Don't worry, Yuzu. I'll go change into something warmer right away." Ichigo said though he was thinking that he'd go change into anything other than this right away. He continued walking to the door, and as soon as the door slid open he dodged his fathers usual greeting with his foot by sidestepping and letting the man ram into the wall instead. Yuzu sighed at the man and shook her head at her father.

"As expected from my son!" the eldest Kurosaki yelled at Ichigo while getting up. "It would seem that it might be time for me to take you to the next level of manly greetings!" He prepared to take another swing at Ichigo, but the orange haired youth flashed his father the most annoyed scowl he could muster.

"I'm going to my room to change, call me when dinner is ready." He said and went up the stairs to his room. And that lead to the end of Ichigo's retracting of the day. Why did this happen to him? He wasn't really that bad that any god or karma should feel like punishing him like this. Wasn't he the good guy who should be rewarded with good stuff?

He sighed. The sooner the day was over the better. And if he was lucky, which he obviously hadn't been all day, Rukia wouldn't be back until he had gone to sleep, and he wouldn't have to deal with her today. He stood up to pick up Kon, pushing the chair out and instantly sat down again as his crotch accidentally brushed against the edge of the desk, making the pain alarms in his brain run amok. Oh that had to be a joke. Ichigo looked down himself only to realize he'd somehow gotten hard again, that was weird. Usually when he'd 'taken care' of himself he could go for a week or so without trouble.

He got up again, this time a little more careful, and went to the windows. Rukia was nowhere in sight. He closed the curtains blocking the outer world from his room as he opened his pants and sat down on his bed. He reached into his pants wrapping his hand around himself, starting a steady rhythm up and down. He fell back on the bed, hardly able to contain his moans. Normally when he enjoyed himself it didn't feel this good, hell, he was shaking and had to bite his arm in order not to moan too loud from just squeezing it tightly. He'd hate it if any member of his family found the noise disturbing and decided to check up on him. He didn't have to worry about that for long however, as it didn't even take a minute before he made a sticky mess of himself. Ichigo was kind of disappointed; the pleasure hadn't lasted even remotely close enough to what he had hoped for. He'd never come so fast just from stroking himself before so something was definitely off.

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"Hello Kuchiki-san," Ururu paused her sweeping motion in front of the store. "Did you come to see Kisuke-san?" She said, placing the broom on the wall opening the door to the shop for Rukia.

"Yes, is he in?" Rukia stepped through the door entering the shop area. Ururu slid past her after closing the door again. She seemed to stop to think a little, looking like she had trouble remembering where she had last seen her master.

"I'll go look for him, please wait here." Ururu ran deeper into the shop, leaving Rukia to examine the shop. As always the front of the store was a perfect mask leaving no trace of what was going on deeper inside the building. Actually it was quite like the owner itself, always covered with a mask of amusement or indifference, never letting anyone in deep enough to find what was really there. Well, except for those special few people. Rukia had had her glimpses behind the mask though, just enough to know when the shop owner was having trouble keeping the mask. Yet she had never seen it fall completely. Rukia doubted she would see it though; and somehow it would ruin her impression of him.

"Kuchiki-san!" Rukia looked in the direction she heard her name, eying the merry shop owner who had appeared from the confined area Ururu had disappeared into. "I didn't expect you so soon, but please join me for a cup of tea in here." He pointed deeper into the shop.

And Rukia let Urahara guide her into the darkness behind the masked front into a smaller Japanese styled room with nothing more than a little table and paintings on the walls. Urahara gestured her to sit down so she did, waiting for the other to do the same. As he sat down in front of her pulling out his fan from his sleeve and started fanning himself Ururu entered with the tea. Rukia thanked her and smiled at the girl until she had left the room and slid the door into place.

"W-" Rukia started, but was interrupted right away as Urahara obviously didn't want her to start the conversation.

"So, did you have any fun at the zoo today?" Rukia stared at him dumb folded. Was he purposely acting stupid or did he not want to talk about the favor he'd done for her today? Oh well, if anything had been wrong today, she was sure Urahara would have acted more serious and less like his goofy self. Rukia decided she might as well play along, forcing Urahara to talk would only lead to him clamming shut like an oyster, so playing his game would probably be the fastest way to get where she wanted to go.

"It was actually fun, there were so many different things I'd never seen before! There were live rabbits and little cuddly bears!" And that was all it took for Rukia to lose the game she and Urahara might have been playing, as she continued talking about weird animals, funny noises and smells and of cause the part where she played merrily inside a rabbit farm. Rukia's trail of thought made her remember, that while sitting on the grass with a rabbit on her head and Yuzu laughing while taking memory pictures or something with a strange square gadget, Rukia had seen Kon-Ichigo chatting away with another girly dressed men. She thought maybe she should tell Urahara that his mod soul might have another flaw.

"Well... I got this weird feeling today that Kon might be into guys!" Rukia's expression a mix between suspense and surprise as she waited for Urahara to comment with more than the 'really' and 'I think I've seen one of those before'.

"And why would you think that?" Urahara had paused before asking the question, why Rukia didn't know, she'd expected something along the lines 'no, you must be kidding me! A gay mod soul? Never heard of it.'

"Well, first of all he wore this really girly outfit today, and he spend a lot of the time talking with good looking male strangers while letting the big-breasted women walk right past him. I always thought he was straight with a bizarre breast fetish, so it kind of surprised me." Rukia paused. "It was nice watching a smile on Ichigo's features for once though; I haven't seen the real Ichigo smile for several weeks now." Rukia stopped talking; the conversation had lost the mood and turned to the part where Rukia had started worrying for Ichigo again.

"Regarding Kurosaki," Rukia looked up, turned serious and focused on Urahara. Finally he would tell her if she had been worrying for no reason at all. She hoped she had. "I'll be asking you for a favor back, before I tell you about today." Rukia nodded, if this could make it go faster, then sure. "If you ever, even in the slightest way, get that feeling again, I want you to contact me right away. No matter if you'll be joining him in the field or not."

Rukia froze. Had something happened?

"Do you understand, Kuchiki-san?" Rukia snapped out of it and became dead serious. Urahara had stopped fanning himself, in fact he had dismissed the fan to his sleeve and pushed his hat back enough for Rukia to receive a dead on grayish very serious stare from him.

"Yes. I'll do that, if it'll be for the best."

"Good. " Urahara paused. Rukia guessed he was trying to find the right way to tell her the news. Her palms got sweaty even though he didn't intimidate her with his stare anymore. "Today... nothing really mentionable happened."

Rukia fell over. What was all the fuzz about! Was he making fun of her?

"Actually the interesting part was what didn't happen, however Kurosaki did get injured. Nothing too serious though, probably just scratches here and there. I asked you to contact me because I am bothered by an entirely different matter. I doubt Kurosaki noticed it at all, so don't bother asking him about it. While I tailed your substitute I noticed something else being there. I don't know what it was. I was waiting for it to make its move for quite a while, but it stayed put. I think it might have been because I was there." Urahara paused again, waiting for Rukia to catch up.

"I see, when you left Ichigo, was it still there?" She hoped not. Well, she had felt Ichigo at home when they had arrived, so she knew he was there, and she hadn't felt anything odd as she had said her goodbyes and walked here.

"No, I didn't leave him until it was gone. I still haven't figured out what it might have been, but it gave of an icy feeling and a sharp, stabbing-like reiatsu. It was quite different from a lot of other reiatsus I've felt before, so you should be able to look out of it." Urahara's calm voice affected Rukia and her worries went away bit by bit as Urahara described the day. The conversation ended with Urahara telling Rukia where he'd felt the icy reiatsu first, and he'd shown her to spot, but nothing was left there now, not even traces of a fight earlier on.

By the time Rukia returned to the Kurosaki household all lights were already out. She figured Ichigo must have gone to sleep as well, but she would question him a bit tomorrow instead. She crawled up the tree next to Ichigo's window on the first floor and climbed to the window then touched it. Sure enough, Ichigo had left it open for her. She slipped inside and closed the window making sure not to make any sounds. She looked at Ichigo's sleeping frame; he had kicked of the blanket, had one arm above his head and one leg hanging off the side of the bed. That was new, Ichigo almost always slept motionless all night. She picked up the sheet from the floor in order to cover Ichigo up again. Before she got to that point though, she got a good look at his bare legs and arms and all of the scratches there. Urahara had been right, Ichigo had been injured. Perhaps, if Urahara hadn't been there, Ichigo might have encountered something that could have given him serious wounds.

Ichigo stirred in his sleep retracting his leg back into the bed, Rukia's gaze trailed from the ankle up the long slender leg, past the knee over the thigh... and she blushed. Well, someone was having nice dreams.

Rukia looked away as she covered up Ichigo's sleeping form and the reason for her blushing with the blanket. She went to open the door to the closet, surprised to find it 'locked' with tape. She ripped it of and opened the door finding the little stuffed lion snoring inside. Ichigo had probably locked him up as punishment for Kon's attire. She carefully lifted him from her mattress and placed him on the floor before getting in herself and closed the closet before going to sleep herself.

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Ichigo's heart raced. It had been a little over a week since he'd last been inside the Urahara Shoten, carried there by Urahara himself. Right now he was pacing back and forth close by the shop, trying to brace himself enough to go see the owner.

He'd come here for several reasons the first being his unanswered question about what Urahara had seen. Ichigo had realized that not knowing was taking its toll on him and if Urahara had seen all of it, well, Urahara had said it himself back then, right? 'You don't have to say anything'. Yup, he'd said that, so Ichigo just had to ask and didn't have to respond to the answer if he didn't feel like it.

The other question was about Rukia. He suspected that Urahara had told Rukia more than he'd let Ichigo believe he'd say. Ichigo had reached this conclusion based on the fact that Rukia would hang around him a lot more recently. Not that he minded her company or her presentence, it was more that she was constantly acting like she was alert or on a look out. Every time the two of them were alone together he could feel this odd tension between them, and if he didn't want to reveal his big secret, he couldn't talk to her before he knew what she knew.

Ichigo felt like screaming out, he'd been prancing around for almost an hour now, and he still hadn't been able to take to last steps into the area of the shop. He'd kind of accepted the questions he needed answered and had decided upon how to ask them. But he was still nervous. Well, if the first two questions hadn't been what kept Ichigo from entering, perhaps the last one was the reason.

Ichigo's face beamed red as he thought about it. 'Hey Urahara, ever since that day where I did quite the naughty things with a hollow I'm having problems with constant erections. For some reason no matter how much I jerk off it only takes a few hours for the smaller me to feel like having fun again!' Yeah, that would be the question that kept him from entering the store.

"Oi, you!" Ichigo almost jumped out his skin as a voice yelled at him from behind. Instead he turned and answered the disrespectful child.

"It's Ichigo, brat." He retorted, making the redhead Jinta stick his tongue out. They scowled at each other for a few minutes before Jinta broke eye contact.

"You're such a child, Kurosaki." Jinta finally retorted back, mimicking Urahara's mischievous smile and voice. Ichigo found that it didn't suit Jinta as much as it suited his master, actually it didn't suit him at all. And when thinking about it he didn't really like it when Urahara did it either, made him spooky somehow.

"Are you going to the shop?" Jinta then finally asked. Ichigo cursed inwardly. He couldn't say no and then show up later, and he couldn't say yes and not go right away. Should he postpone the job at hand another day or perhaps a week? No, he couldn't do that, he needed closure on a few subjects.

"Yeah, I was going to go see Sandat-Hat, do you know if he's in?" This was it, Jinta would walk him there and he'd have no way out of this sticky mess.

"Yeah, he's in. He hasn't left the shop for three full days; he's working on some big thing again. Come on I'll bring you to him." Ichigo gulped a little as he followed Jinta to the store, inside and deeper into the shop until Jinta left him standing in front of door, which would seem to be the only thing separating Ichigo from his fears right now.

He knocked and waited for the sign that he was allowed to enter, which was given with a 'the door is open' from the other side of said door. He closed his eyes, opened the door and stepped through, no turning back now.

"Oh hello, Kurosaki-kun. Well, must say I didn't expect you to be intruding in my lab." Ichigo opened his eyes scanning the 'lab'. It looked more like a giant dump with weird stuff all over the place. Smoke rose from a far corner and something was making clicking noises next to him. Books and papers were stacked in piles higher than Ichigo all over the place and weird machines placed all around. He stepped away from the clicking noise trying to locate Urahara within the mess.

"Yeah, sorry to intrude, but I had a couple of things I thought you might be able to help me with." Urahara's head popped up almost in the center of all the mess. Ichigo had seemingly perked his interest.

"And what might that be about? Any chance of it relating to our last encounter?" Urahara was rummaging around below something again and Ichigo had to climb over stuff in order to get all the way in to the little 'inventor cave' Urahara had build around himself.

"Yeah," Ichigo found Urahara – or rather his legs, sticking out underneath a pyramid shaped wooden thing obviously searching for something underneath it. Urahara crawled out and stood, pulling two folding chairs out with him, flipping them out he gestured for Ichigo to sit down. He did.

"I figured you'd start having questions sometime, but I thought Kuchiki-san would be the one you'd go to." Ichigo frowned. He couldn't talk to Rukia because of Urahara that was why he had to come here! And even if he could, he wouldn't talk to her about man stuff like his questions obviously was. As Urahara seated himself Ichigo noticed he wasn't wearing his usual outfit. The coat and the hat was missing and Urahara looked so much more... well, he looked better this way, without the shadow of the hat hiding his eyes from Ichigo. It made Urahara's impenetrable façade easier to cope with, and gave Ichigo the courage he needed to start talking.

"Well, Rukia has been acting kind of weird lately; she acts like we could be jumped by a hollow anytime we turn our backs to anything. I wanted to ask her about it, but I figured she might be acting like that because of something you told her... So... So..." and he lost his newly gained courage again. He'd just accused Urahara of not keeping his end of a promise, and it made him feel guilty considering this was the man who had saved him in the first place. It was Urahara's turn to sigh, though his was a bit more amused as it seemed to hide a small laugh instead.

"You're sharper than I first thought you to be. Well, you are right. I asked her to look a little after you considering the fact that your hollow 'friend' found you both tasty and delicious. No worries though, I only told her that you wasn't good a detecting things before they happened, so she should do that for the both of you."

Ichigo felt like running. The fact that Urahara had heard the hollow talking to him meant that he'd been there the entire time – he'd seen every thing. He was so embarrassed he felt like digging a hole to the center of the earth and bury himself there, never to see the light of day again.

"Was that all you wanted to know? You could've just called on the phone if that was all." Urahara made a move to get up.

"NO!" Ichigo yelled, freezing Urahara in his almost sitting almost standing position. "Uh, I mean... I have another problem, and I don't really know if it's important or even has anything to do with that hollow." Urahara sat down, eying Ichigo. Ichigo had started to change color from normal to tomato red from the neck and up. He was starting to speed up talking and suddenly he started stuttering through his words until he finally told Urahara of his physical problem. Not in the same way as he had imagined the question earlier, just a little bit more subtle.

Urahara's face had been amused listening to and observing Ichigo trying to control himself, but as the words slipped Ichigo's mouth he got a surprised look on his features. They quickly changed to those of curiosity.

"Do you mean you're having a hard-on even now?" Ichigo closed his eyes, perhaps if he tried the old ostrich 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' trick, things wouldn't be so humiliating. He couldn't speak right now, so he only nodded, hoping Urahara got the message.

"Hmm... It is possible that the hollow injected something into you that are messing with your system. But I haven't really encountered a hollow that used sexual stimulation as a weapon before. I should run a few tests on you to see if I can find any abnormality though... so can I see it?" Ichigo jumped up and backed away from the older man, was he some kind of pervert?

"No. No you can absolutely not." Ichigo backed further away as Urahara got up with him and advanced, backing Ichigo up against one of the many machines in the room. Oh why was the room so crammed anyway? Why wasn't there an escape route through all the mess for a situation like this?

"What's the point in telling me about the problem if you're not going to let me take a look at it? It's kind of hard to examine something through multiple layers of clothing, Kurosaki-kun." Ichigo's heart raced even faster now than it had when he had been contemplating whether or not to enter the shop earlier. Why hadn't he thought about the fact that Urahara would want to examine him?

"B-Because you're probably going to touch it, and I'm not going to let anyone go there again when I haven't even had my first real k-kiss yet." Ichigo thought he'd made a good point, but he hadn't counted on what happened next.

"So if you get a kiss you'll let me take a look like a good boy?" Ichigo froze up as Urahara loomed over him placing a hand under his chin forcing Ichigo's face up to meet his. Ichigo found he couldn't speak or even blink as Urahara gazed softly into his eyes, silently telling Ichigo what he was about to do. He gulped. This was so wrong, Urahara was a man! He himself was a man – or boy – and while Urahara had those strong arms and that nice smell and his breath were tickling his nose he couldn't let him... could he? What would it be like? Ichigo felt his body heating up and his gaze going foggy and his breathing becoming irregular, perhaps it'd feel good...

"I'll take your silence as a 'yes', Kurosaki-kun." Ichigo didn't move as Urahara descended his lips upon his, sealing them together. Urahara started with almost no pressure, slowly applying more weight to the kiss. His free hand sneaked down Ichigo's arm and tugged itself between the orange haired boy beneath him and the machine he was leaning against, he wrapped it around Ichigo and pulled the boy a little closer and he started moving his lips slightly on Ichigo's finally getting a response from the otherwise frozen boy.

Ichigo's eyes closed and he let his lips move slightly against Urahara's, this felt good, right then and there it didn't matter that Urahara was a man as long as he just didn't stop whatever he was doing. Ichigo felt his own arms moving upwards, reaching around the older man hugging him closer to his body. He felt hot again, like that time with the hollow. Except this was different, this was better. He started kissing Urahara more forcefully, his breathing getting heavier and small moans started forming in his throat. He rubbed his pelvis slightly against Urahara as he opened his mouth and licked the blonde's lips, wanting to deepen the kiss even further. Urahara's answer however was to step away from Ichigo leaving the boy panting and confused.

"Well," Urahara's voice was amused and he couldn't hide that fact that he had been affected by the kiss as well. "I'd say that about covers your excuse about never having been kissed before."

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AN2: That would be that for now! Hope you liked! I liked writing it anyways!

If you feel like it (xD please feel like it :p) leave a review with what you liked and perhaps disliked (hopefully not much!) so I can get better and you can get what you want ;]

Thanks for reading! Run along now.