Ones Tender Embrace.

Author: Jemma-Louise

Warnings: Language (of course.)

Sexual Themes (oooooh ho!)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not and never will own Bleach.

[I would like to apologise for how slowly I'm adding chapters, I always find myself forgetting that I haven't submitted. I hope everyone's enjoying my first ever fan fiction! It's a kind of experimental fic to test my abilities.]

Satin, black bangs stuck to smooth, porcelain skin as sapphire eyes hungrily devoured the sight before them. Hands acted of their own accord, burying themselves within the surprisingly soft, unruly orange locks. Uryuu Ishida watched in fascination as the head bobbed up and down in between his naked thighs.

"Nnnggh…O-ohh.. Ichi-go!" Moaned Uryuu, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes closed.

Uryuu sat perched on something soft, unable to decipher what it was in his current state. His surroundings were blurred and misty, but his coherent senses perked up enough to realise he was outside somewhere.. but somehow this didn't bother him in the slightest..

A mischievous hand joined the hot, wet mouth at work and began to stroke Uryuu's hard appendage briskly. Uryuu splayed his legs further, allowing the body between them more space as his breathing stuttered at the attention. The hand stroking Uryuu's length left, only to travel down to caress his sensitive inner thigh.

Without any warning the delicious mouth swallowed him whole, his erection disappearing until only the base surrounded in coarse black hair was visible.

"Nn- Aahh!… Oh.. Ichi-go.. I c-can't!" The raven-haired teen ground out, on the edge of ecstasy.

Pleasure coiled in the pit of Uryuu's stomach and his vision blurred. His climax inched closer and closer with every second of delicious torture. Just as orgasm tore through Uryuu's sweat slicked body, the scene around him began to disintegrate. He looked down into the smiling butter-brown eyes of Ichigo Kurosaki as the dream shattered and his wandering mind was dragged into cold consciousness.

Uryuu's eyes snapped open, only to be clenched shut again when pierced by bright sunshine. He groggily rubbed his eye's with his fists, contemplating whether to go back to sleep. But his musings were cut short when he shifted slightly, wincing not only from a sharp pain that had shot through his abdomen, but from a mysterious patch of sticky-wetness residing around his crotch area.

"What? Ugh…great.. Another one of those dreams.." Murmured Uryuu with a hint of disgust in his voice. He Shifted to get out of the somehow unfamiliar bed. Then halted the motion and for the first time took in his surroundings.

"Where.. What the… Where am I…" stated Uryuu out loud to the unfamiliar bedroom.

As if on Q, the door to the mysterious bedroom banged open, revealing a shorts and vest clad, orange haired teen; Ichigo.

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Ichigo gazed into his bedroom and was surprised him too see Uryuu awake, expecting to have to wake the injured boy up. He supported a tray of hot food in his one hand and a first aid bag in the other. Kicking the door closed Ichigo headed over to the disgruntled Uryuu, settling the breakfast tray on his bedside table and sitting down cross legged on the floor, facing Uryuu. He observed the pale teen's face, noting that he looked considerably anxious and slightly queasy.

"K-kurosaki.. Why-" Ichigo cut of Uryuu's words by raising his hand. Instead of letting the hand fall back into place, Ichigo reached over and placed it on Uryuu's forehead, measuring his temperature.

"You have a fever, before I explain to you what the hell happened last night, I want you to take these." Ichigo ruffled through the first aid bag, then pulled out two pills from a container and grabbed a glass of water off of the breakfast tray. Uryuu took the pills and water from Ichigo, eyeing them suspiciously for a moment, then looking as if coming to the conclusion that Ichigo didn't hate him enough to poison him, so knocked back the two pills at once.

"Right.. Well.. Last night.. Last night was pretty fucked up, to say the least" Grumbled Ichigo, rubbing the back of his head slowly.

"You remember that you where attacked, right? Slashed by some deranged, drunk, homeless guy. I brought you back here and my father cleaned you up and stitched the wound, It wasn't that deep of a cut so I don't think it's gonna scar that much. Well after that we needed to put you to into a bed, we couldn't keep you on an examination bed.. So we put you in here for the night.. I slept down on the couch." Finished Ichigo, reaching to take the glass of water from Uryuu's slack hand.

Uryuu thought over Ichigo's words, bringing the memories from last night tumbling upon his aching mind. He shifted onto his side and felt the forgotten stickiness between his legs. Blushing slightly and cursing himself inwardly, Uryuu drew the blankets closer to his chin.

"Yes.. Yes Kurosaki I remember.. And I thank you for your help… It appears your not quite the idiot I thought you to be after all." Uryuu allowed himself a small smirk, but cut across Ichigo as he opened his mouth to retaliate.

"Uh, Is it ok with you if I use your shower….?" Mumbled Uryuu, dropping his gaze and fidgeting with the hem of the blanket. He looked up to see Ichigo looking lost at the sudden change of subject.

"What? Oh, um.. yeah.. That's fine, but you need to be careful with your wound, it's best not to touch it at all.. The stitching may get damaged." Ichigo warned.

Uryuu huffed in obvious annoyance.

"I know! Kurosaki my brain has a permanent residence up there, unlike yours that appears to occasionally go out for a stroll and doesn't return for a length of time" He allowed himself another smirk at the witty comment. When was it he had started humouring Ichigo again? Over the past few months he had only but frowned at the other boy.

Ichigo growled and Uryuu found himself enjoying the sound rip from Ichigo's throat...

"Tch.. Whatever.. Prissy bastard. The bathroom is across the landing, first door on your left." Glancing to his right, Ichigo's eye's fell upon the forgotten breakfast. "Oh.. Do you want something to eat?" he asked, pointing at the assortment of food.

"No, it's okay.. I don't feel that I could stomach it" The thought of food made his stomach churn, and he held back the urge to gag.

"Ok. You going in the shower or what?" Ichigo asked gruffly, concentrating on consuming his newly obtained bowl of warm porridge.

"Uh, I need some privacy Kurosaki.."

'How am I to get myself out of this 'sticky' situation…?'Thought Uryuu. [pun intended!]

"What the fuck, why? Your only half naked, nothing I haven't seen before in gym!" Grumbled Ichigo.

Weighing his chances, Uryuu decided it was too suspicious to demand Ichigo to leave his own room. So he grabbed the sheet he was wrapped in, tugging it with him when he rose to leave the room.

Ichigo rolled his eyes but said no more and started shovelling more porridge into his mouth. "'owels 'anging-" Said Ichigo thickly, his mouth filled with food. He swallowed and started again

"Towels are hanging on the back of the bathroom door…"

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Ichigo laid back horizontally across his bed, apparently studying his bland ceiling. A piece of toast hung from his mouth quite comically and his hands where slowly combing his through his orange locks. He reluctantly remembered last night, when his eyes had fell upon Uryuu's lean body. His mind started to wander when his Father had pushed him aside to begin to treat Uryuu and he imagined tracing the bumps of the smaller teen's abdominal muscles with a calloused forefinger, speculating how Uryuu would react if he did and what it could lead to next. His Dad requesting Ichigo find some painkillers for the third time snapped him out of his musings and he'd cursed himself inwardly for the laps of concentration and the fact he could of made Uryuu suffer more than necessary.

'Why is it I'm suddenly feeling fucked up thing's about Uryuu..?' Thought Ichigo, scowling in confusion. Putting it down to his undying need to protect those close to him, Ichigo concluded he now saw Uryuu as a very close friend.. A friend he found himself staring at for longer than necessary.. A friend he found himself wanting to touch.. To feel the soft pale skin under his finger tips…

Ichigo grumbled loudly, tugging at his hair in frustration. Pushing all of these troublesome thoughts to the back of his mind, he pulled himself up into a sitting position and quickly ate the now cold piece of toast.

Standing up and pacing his room, Ichigo suddenly remembered how Uryuu had acted before the attack and made a mental note to ask him sometime what had caused such a reaction.

Ichigo guessed Uryuu needed fresh clothes for the day and got too work hunting down a set of clothes small enough to fit Uryuu's lithe figure.

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Lukewarm water cascaded down Uryuu's lean body, making it glisten beautifully with the sun light that poured through the small bathroom window. His head tilted back slightly to allow the water to run over his hair and he started to massage the fruity smelling conditioner out with nimble fingers. Rinsing the last of the lather out of his shiny bangs, Uryuu started scanning the bath tub for some shower gel. Finding it perched on the window-sill, Uryuu proceeded to reach for it.

A sharp knock on the door echoed throughout the bathroom and Uryuu eyed the door suspiciously, withdrawing the top half of his body from reaching for the shower gel and drawing the shower curtain right along the length of the bath.

"Yes..?" Shouted Uryuu over the torrent of water. When no one answered him, he reluctantly pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out of the shower, proceeding to reach for a towel and answer the door.

The door opened with a loud creek, a long time before Uryuu had even reached the towels slung on a hook on the back of it.

Ichigo sauntered into the steamy bathroom wearing his usual scowl and baring a small pile of clothing. The scowl soon disappeared, only to be replaced with a look of utter shock, his jaw dropping open and his eyes widening uncharacteristically.

Uryuu stared at the teen in horror. He had frozen with one hand still proceeding to grab a towel, naked in all of his glory.

[A/N - OOOOH! Cliff Hanger! Kinda… lol. REVIEW! I shall get the 4th chapter up by next week!]