Awakening
"Uh, hey guys," Ichigo said, trying to sound casual. "What are you doing here?"
"We walked by Renji when he was on his way back to Urahara's. He said you guys were out here so we thought we'd ask if you wanted some dinner," Rangiku said.
Shuuhei inwardly cheered when he realized that meant that he wasn't going to be seeing Renji anytime soon. All he'd have to do was stay away from Ichigo from now and it would be fine.
Except…
Shuuhei watched Ichigo as he talked with Rukia.
"Something up?" asked Kira.
"No, nothing. Are we going out for some drinks after food?" Shuuhei asked.
"Why do you think Rangiku and Ikkaku came?" Yumichika sighed.
"Are you two coming?" Shuuhei asked Rukia and Ichigo.
"Naw, my sister is making dinner, I should probably get home soon," Ichigo said.
Shuuhei was realizing he definitely wasn't done with Ichigo. Not that it hadn't been fun; but he hadn't even gotten him naked. Shuuhei tried to push the numerous very bad things he was coming up to do to Ichigo out of his mind, but was failing. "I mean, if he's really so innocent that means there's a world of things I could show him," Shuuhei thought. "I didn't even get to kiss him," he remembered with a frown. Now that was just sad. That was definitely something that needed to be rectified as soon as possible.
Of course, if Ichigo was really set on this whole "I'm not gay thing" it might be a little difficult to get him to play again.
Why the hell were there so many people around anyways? Now was when the iron was hot, if he let the kid cool off he might lose his chance.
"Hey, Ichigo," Shuuhei said, calling him over with a wave of the hand.
"Yeah?" Ichigo looked at him.
He should look more nervous, thought Shuuhei. Here he is looking as confident as a peacock though. Shuuhei decided he liked that. He decided to try to not think about how much he really liked that.
"I told you earlier about a sale," Shuuhei said.
"Oh?" Ichigo asked.
"Yeah, it's not so much a get one free thing, it turns out it's more of a two for one deal," said Shuuhei, wondering how the hell to get his point across in front of everyone without being obvious.
"Really?" Ichigo grinned. "You sure about that?"
Shuuhei could get to like this, it was kind of fun. The kid was being pretty game, not clueless at all despite what Renji said.
"I'm pretty sure you offered to take me shopping earlier too," Shuuhei continued.
"Well, I can never resist a good sale," Ichigo replied.
"I bet there's a lot of things you can't resist," Shuuhei said. Whoops, too far, he thought.
"Like a good fight," Ichigo covered easily.
"I don't think I've really gotten a good chance to watch you fight; I think I'd like to," Shuuhei responded.
"Anytime," Ichigo said. "Actually, I usually swing by Urahara's place to train in the evening if I'm bored."
"I haven't noticed you around before."
"I haven't been bored recently," Ichigo really had been pretty busy lately. Training had taken a brief break. That was something that should be taken care of immediately.
"Are you going to be bored tonight?" Shuuhei asked with a smile.
"Looks like it," Ichigo smiled back. He paused, "I really should get home before my family gets mad for making them wait on dinner. Coming Rukia?"
The two left, Ichigo still pulling his bike along.
"What the hell was that?" Yumichika said.
"Uh…" Shuuhei hadn't really been paying attention to anyone around them during their conversation.
"Oh my god, what is going on between you two?" said Rangiku. "I could barely breathe because of all the sexual tension."
"Hahaha!" Shuuhei laughed awkwardly. "You're just imagining things, Rangiku! I don't sleep with everyone I meet you know."
"No, something is definitely going on," said Yumichika, pointing a finger at Shuuhei.
"No, just a little rivalry. We're going to fight later after all," Shuuhei said with a shrug.
Kira said nothing, just gave him a glance. Ikkaku couldn't care less. "Food!" he reminded them.
"Oh yeah, where do we want to go?" asked Rangiku.
Well, at least Renji wasn't here, Shuuhei thought to himself. Exactly how close to Ichigo was he? Was it just a friendly warning or would he actually be pissed off?
"Hey, so Renji and Ichigo seem to be pretty close," he said, trying to be casual.
"Yeah, they both more or less killed each other, then got bankai together, and now fight with each other constantly," Ikkaku said.
"Don't you mean fight together, in battle?" Shuuhei asked.
"Both. They bicker like siblings. I've seen Renji give Ichigo a black eye and Ichigo give Renji a cracked rib just discussing what to have for lunch," Ikkaku answered. "They fight together against hollows all the time as well. Of course if one of them saves the other in battle, heaven help the one who got rescued because he's not going to hear the end of it."
So, it was probably a serious warning, thought Shuuhei. Fantastic.
Ichigo had thought that after a shower and some food he might feel differently, but he didn't. He wasn't upset or ashamed, or wondering what the hell he was thinking. Instead, he was enjoying himself. He hadn't really been one to think a lot about sex before. He had always just assumed either that he was a late bloomer, one of those asexual people, or like something stupid like in the movies "hadn't meet that special someone." Well, that wasn't the case, unless "special someone" meant someone that wasn't too shy to shove his hands down your pants.
It seemed like there had always been people in his life that at least appeared to be attracted to him, but they always stayed in the background. Ichigo wondered if it was because they expected him to make a move. He had enough to worry about without going out of his way to find some new way of complicating his life. Shuuhei hadn't waited though, and his boldness jolted something in Ichigo that was responding very well.
Ichigo at least expected to be wary of the fact that the person causing these feelings in him was a man, but surprisingly it didn't matter to him. A lot of his new Shinigami friends seemed to at least go both ways, and it probably made sense. Live a couple hundred years, a couple thousand, and maybe things like what sex someone is starts to matter less. As he thought about it, he realized that he liked how easy and confident Shuuhei was in his sexuality. Even Ichigo had seen that despite not knowing him for long.
And…Ichigo smiled to himself. And he had liked how even being completely unknowledgeable in the area of sex he had made Shuuhei cry out. He knew that Shuuhei hadn't planned on doing anything to him; that was clear from his reactions when they were chatting before the ride. He knew that somehow he had turned on Shuuhei, and it made him feel good to know that he could do it. Plus, he had proved him wrong about being a clueless kid, right?
Ichigo stopped wondering if he should at least feel a little concerned, if not actually bad, about what he was planning on doing that night, and decided to just allow himself to have a little fun. It's not like it happened that often.
"Shuuhei," Kisuke said, startling him.
"Ahhh…ahem. You like doing that don't you?" Shuuhei asked.
"Of course, action and reaction, the most basic of all games," Kisuke smiled.
Yes, it was, Shuuhei thought to himself gleefully. However, for me to get my action and reaction you need to get the fuck out of here old man.
"Something wrong?" Kisuke asked, trying to look artfully innocent. "Do you not want my company?"
"Doesn't matter to me," Shuuhei lied. "I'm just waiting up for someone."
"Oh, who?"
"Me, you old lecher," Ichigo said.
"Oh, hello Ichigo," Kisuke said. "I haven't seen you around this late for awhile. Going downstairs with Shuuhei are we?"
Damn it, thought Shuuhei. This bastard better keep out of this. Shuuhei had been horny all night planning out exactly what he was going to do to Ichigo and he wasn't about to let any ex-captain weird shop keeper stop him, even if he had to do a kido bind and throw him in a closet.
Ichigo just rolled his eyes and walked into the store, opening the secret passage to the training room below the shop.
"Have fun!" Kisuke said from behind his fan as he walked upstairs.
Both Ichigo and Shuuhei sighed and began climbing down. Once they got to the bottom Shuuhei stopped a moment, drawing close to Ichigo.
"You know Ichigo, I can't promise you anything," he said.
"I only trust the promises I make myself anyways," Ichigo responded.
On the one hand, that seemed to make sense. One the other, that seemed so damn cynical from someone so young.
Shuuhei pulled Ichigo to him, holding him for a moment, then bringing his hands up to the back of Ichigo's head, bringing him forward into a kiss.
Ichigo actually had been kissed before, and had made a couple of fumbling attempts to kiss on his own, but nothing serious. However, he completely melted into Shuuhei's kiss, which was firm but still soft. He gasped when he felt Shuuhei's tongue on his lips, and then in his mouth, along his own tongue. Shuuhei pulled away, and Ichigo almost asked why when he felt Shuuhei hot mouth along the side of jaw and down his neck.
Shuuhei loved the way that Ichigo clutched at him and all the little noises that he was making.
"Ichigo," Shuuhei said into his ear. "Exactly how far do you want to take this?"
"I'm willing to take whatever you can give," Ichigo said.
"Mmmm," Shuuhei responded. "As nice as that really sounds, there's lots of things we could do tonight. We could go slow and do more tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? I thought you weren't making any promises?" Ichigo teased.
"You little smart mouth brat," Shuuhei said, crushing his lips against him in a more passionate and needy kiss than last time.
"So this is probably the point I should get going," Kisuke was thinking to himself, from his vantage point behind some rocks. He knew he wasn't going to move though. This was definitely too interesting.
"Sorry Shuuhei, you're not getting off easy tonight," Ichigo said, panting from the last kiss.
"Kid…" Shuuhei started.
"No. None of that," Ichigo said. "Unless you want me to call you 'old man' or 'tattoo face'."
"Uh, yeah. Strawberry?"
"Fuck you," Ichigo said. "Why can't you just call me Ichigo?"
"Everyone calls you Ichigo, I want something I call you," Shuuhei said. "How about 'babe'?"
Ichigo sighed. "Fine," he agreed, almost being cut off as Shuuhei kissed him again.
"Shit," he said as Shuuhei hungrily moved his mouth across his body.
He realized he had been pretty passive up to this point, and decided to take action. He reached down and began to work at the tie at Shuuhei's waist. Shuuhei smiled and stepped back, allowing Ichigo to undress him.
"Do you just never wear underwear?" Ichigo asked huskily.
"Well, I figured it might just get in the way tonight," Shuuhei said. He forced himself to not rip off Ichigo's clothes, removing them the same way Ichigo had removed his.
The men stood there naked for a moment, just looking at each other. Shuuhei was realizing that, although he really did want to take his time with Ichigo, it was going to have to be at some other time. The two of them had been waiting for this all night, it's not like they could hold out too long even if they tried.
"I'll just ravish him," Shuuhei thought, getting increasingly excited. He took a couple of breaths and then started going through the pile of clothes on the ground. Of course he had come prepared. He found the lube and pulled it out. He walked over to Ichigo again, wrapping his arms around him. "Ok, so no matter what it's going to feel strange at first. It might just be uncomfortable, it might hurt, but I promise you that you'll forget it all once we get started."
"You sure make a lot of promises for someone who claims to make none," Ichigo said.
"This is one I can definitely back up," Shuuhei smiled at him, trying to ignore the very pressing need he was feeling. He didn't want to just jump Ichigo's bones, the poor guy at least deserved some sort of warning first.
"I…is there a way I can see you, watch you?" asked Ichigo.
"Yeah," Shuuhei said, groaning a little because Ichigo was so close. Ok, enough talk. He had Ichigo sit on his lap, leaning back slightly for now. Shuuhei thought about how like their earlier experience on the motorcycle this was. Except now he was going to…
Ichigo hissed a little feeling the odd sensation of Shuuhei's finger entering him. Just as he was getting a little used to it, Shuuhei put in another.
Kisuke wasn't a man who really felt shame, but had been thinking it might be a little inappropriate to…whatever it was he was thinking was cut off as Ichigo started talking.
Ichigo had noticed that when he said certain things it really seemed to turn Shuuhei on. He knew that some people like being talked to dirty, he wasn't really sure how to do that, but he was willing to try.
Shuuhei had started moving his fingers in and out of Ichigo and Ichigo had gone from thinking the sensation was odd to enjoying it.
"Yeah, you've been thinking all night about having your hand buried elbow deep in my ass haven't you, Shuuhei," Ichigo said.
Shuuhei groaned. Fuck, this kid was just too much sometimes.
"I bet you just can't wait until tomorrow, so you can see me limping and know it's because you shoved you giant cock up me all night tonight," Ichigo continued.
"Fuck babe, you're going to get it now," Shuuhei said, curling his fingers and hitting Ichigo's prostate.
"Oh god!" Ichigo yelled out.
If I had known what a very talented tongue you had Ichigo, Kisuke thought, I would have put it to use much earlier. He knew that it was pretty stupid to be doing what he was doing. Ichigo's sense of spiritual pressure was on and off, but Shuuhei was a lieutenant, he would be bound to notice if Kisuke lost control, which he was most likely going to. It had been a long time since he'd been so turned on. He stifled a moan as he stroked himself through the cloth of his pants, and then gave up and began to take them off.
Shuuhei was ready, more than ready. He needed to be inside Ichigo, NOW. He pulled Ichigo upright. Ichigo lowered himself as Shuuhei held a hand to his cock to guide it into Ichigo.
Ichigo felt like he was impaling himself on Shuuhei. He just held himself still for a moment, trying to not thinking about it. He began to talk again.
"You better not hold back," Ichigo said. "I want all of you."
Damn it, Ichigo, Shuuhei was thinking. Don't you know how hard it is to not just bury myself in you right now without you practically begging for it?
"Ichigo, you have no idea…how you feel…" Shuuhei managed to get out. "So fucking tight and warm…god babe I want…"
"Yeah, I know you want me," Ichigo said, a gleam in his eye. The discomfort was going away, it wasn't gone, but close enough. He moved.
"Ahhhh!" Shuuhei groaned. Well, guess he's ready enough, he thought.
Shuuhei began to move, slow at first, but becoming increasingly fast. It was wild and almost erratic. Ichigo loved it. He held onto Shuuhei's back at first, but then buried his hands into Shuuhei's hair, pulling himself up and down onto Shuuhei, following Shuuhei's movements.
The way that Ichigo was calling out his name was becoming too much. It would be very embarrassing for him to come before Ichigo when, after all, this was Ichigo's first time. Shuuhei reached out for Ichigo's turgid member. It was hot and wet, Shuuhei wasn't gentle with it either, grabbing it firmly, moving in time with his own thrusts.
Ichigo gave up on trying to help in any way, he could barely control his body anymore. He was just enjoying the ride. He made sure to not close his eyes, he wanted to watch Shuuhei's face, see his body move. The whole thing, as frantic as it looked, seemed kind of beautiful to him. The same way that sometimes fighting could look beautiful sometimes. It was two bodies lost in each other, and nothing else in the world really counted right then.
"Shuuhei," he breathed. "Shuuhei, I…I can't…"
He looked at Shuuhei's face and thought he should probably say something really dirty. I want to turn him on just as much as he's turning me on, Ichigo thought.
"Shuuhei I'm going to fucking shoot myself all over your hands and chest, screaming your name," he said.
"Fuck!" Shuuhei groaned. He could feel it, feel Ichigo's body strain, and then release. Just like Ichigo said, he screamed Shuuhei's name as Shuuhei felt Ichigo, warm and sticky, pump onto him. It was too much for him, he was only able to thrust a couple of more times as he…
"Fucking fill me up, Shuuhei," Ichigo moaned.
This kid, Shuuhei thought, riding out his orgasm. This kid is so incredible.
A couple of moments later they separated, throwing themselves to the ground, gasping.
"Ha…hahahahaha…" Ichigo starting laughed.
Shuuhei turned to look at him. He smiled and laughed too. It certainly had been a fun ride after all.
"So, what else?" Ichigo asked.
"Are you kidding? Just wait until tomorrow and you feel how sore you are, and you'll thank me for holding off on anymore tonight," Shuuhei said.
"Tomorrow then?"
"Yeah."
Ichigo had left to take his second shower of the day and get some much needed sleep. Kisuke had waited until both men had left the training area to come out. He ran into Shuuhei in the kitchen, making himself some tea.
"Enjoy yourself?" Shuuhei said, with an arched eyebrow.
Kisuke sighed. It had been too much to assume Shuuhei wouldn't have noticed his presence in the training room. "Well, if you must know, yes," he answered.
"Ha," Shuuhei said, sipping at his cup, "I don't care. Ichigo might. Then again, he's turning out to be pretty damn kinky, so what do I know?"
"All I want from you," he said, turning towards Kisuke. "Is for you to keep your mouth shut for now."
"Ah yes, I'm sure Renji might have something to say to you if he finds out," Kisuke said smiling.
"He's not going to "find" out. This isn't really something I think we're going to hide. It'll be something I tell him. I do want it to be on my terms though, so you," Shuuhei said, pointing at the shop keeper, "shut up, and I won't mention anything to your little pupil about how perverted you really are."
"I tell him I'm perverted all the time," Kisuke said with a shrug. "It shouldn't come as a surprise to him. Still…you do have a point."
"I'm almost a little shocked you're not giving me a firm talking to right now," Shuuhei said. "You are his sensei."
"I was also down there. Whether he can handle it or not is anyone's guess, but he's not going in with his eyes closed," Kisuke answered. He paused. "You said this wasn't going to be something you are going to hide. Does that mean you have more of an interest in Ichigo than just a couple of rounds of sex?"
"He…is interesting," Shuuhei replied. "I think…I think that the two of us might have a lot of fun together, at least for awhile."
"Well, he sure does have a filthy mouth for a virgin," agreed Kisuke.
"You are not supposed to know that," Shuuhei said with a grin. "And he's a former virgin."
