Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS! (the scene many of u have been waiting for XD), very little swearing
Alright ppl, this is technically speaking the last chapter! XD There will be a ch 5 but it'll be a short epilogue more than anything else just to tie things up nicely. XD Wow, for once i actually managed to keep to my promise and not go over 5 ch. Usually when i start a long story i'm like 'it'll be 5 ch.' Next thing i know i'm struggling to write ch 10. X3
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4
'What the hell did you say to him?!' Ichigo stopped in his tracks, Zangetsu slicing through the last of the lowly life Hollows effortlessly. He glanced to the speaker, seeing only a humanoid outline against the full moon background. But he recognised the voice easily enough...
'What are you talking about?' He couldn't help the slight edge to his tone. He couldn't help the jealousy and envy creeping over him when he thought of Hisagi and Ishida together. The lieutenant jumped from the roof and landed a few feet away from the substitute Shinigami, his entire frame rigid with anger.
'I'm talking about Ishida obviously. What the hell did you say to him?' Ichigo automatically became hostile as well. He had no idea what the brunette was referring to. He hadn't even see Uryu since...his confession two days ago. Not even in school which did set the alarm bells going. The Quincy was not the sort to ditch...
'I have no idea what you mean. I haven't even seen him in two days.' Hisagi narrowed his eyes.
'So he did come to you the day before yesterday. I knew it. What did he say to you?' Ichigo really resented Shuhei's interrogatory questions. Why the hell was that any of his business anyway?
'What's it to you? If you want to know why don't you go ask Ishida yourself?'
'Why? Because he's been a mess ever since that evening. He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. He won't talk either, just shuts himself in his room and refuses to come out. So I'll ask again, what did you say to him?' Ichigo's anger evaporated when he heard of Ishida's state. He was full of worry instead.
'I didn't say anything.' Literally... Hisagi looked about ready to charge him. He probably deserved it too.
'Are you kidding me? You said nothing after he confessed his feelings for you?' Ichigo's eyes went wide. 'Come on. It doesn't take a detective to figure out the reason why he would suddenly decide to show up at your place.'
'What was I supposed to say? He's already with you!' Ichigo clenched his teeth and turned away from the lieutenant. The other didn't speak for a second and he could feel Hisagi's searching eyes on his back but they didn't seem to hold any malice.
'Kurosaki, do you know why he's with me?' Ichigo looked over his shoulder at the other man and he could have sworn he saw amusement in the sharp eyes. That and a lot of exasperation.
'How would I?...'
'Oh you mean you weren't on the roof of Ishida's place when he told me to be more like you?' Hisagi's eyes dared Ichigo to deny it.
'You knew?...'
'Kurosaki, I'm a lieutenant of the 9th division. What do you think?' Ichigo should have known better. Hisagi hadn't won his seat with looks alone. 'Anyway, that's not important. What's important is for you to fix your god-damn mess. I mean, you knew about his feelings for you and obviously you feel the same way and you say nothing?! Seriously, how the hell are you still alive?'
'But...You and him are together.' Hisagi massaged his temple, his frown deepening and his exasperation growing.
'Yeah, we are but only because he thought you'd be repulsed by his feelings. Are you an idiot? There's nothing going on between us.'
'Still...' Ichigo didn't know what to do. It seemed so stupid not to rush over to Ishida's place in that very instant and act on his desires but, was it really that simple? Was there really nothing between Hisagi and Uryu? That had pretty much been the only reason he'd kept quiet the other day, that and he honestly suffered a block. His mind refused to work and he experienced something shockingly akin stage fright. And then there was his fear of HIchigo's threat...Wouldn't it be reckless to put Ishida in harm's way like that? What if he did lose control of himself one day?
'You know what? I think I was wrong. It's obvious to me now you don't give a shit about Ishida if you're just going to stand back and let another man take him like that. And you know what else? If you're going to be that way I guess I'll just continue taking him all night long, like I did befo-' Hisagi didn't have time to say anything else since the next thing he knew, a fist made hard contact with his jaw. It was powerful enough top sent him backwards and bust his lip. Blood trickled down his chin and into his mouth. He used the back of his hand to wipe it away.
'Don't you dare talk about him like that.' Hisagi had never seen Ichigo so angry before, not even when he'd face the whole of Soul Society head on to save Rukia Kuchiki. He smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
'Or what? You'll stalk me too?' Ichigo took a threatening step towards him, his hand unconsciously going to the hilt of his Zanpakuto. 'If you won't have him, I will.' Shuhei vanished in the blink of an eye, his Shunpo far more powerful than Ichigo's.
'Shit!'
Uryu turned from one side of the bed to the other, rolling himself in the thin blanked like a caterpillar in a protective cocoon. It didn't help much...Especially since the things he needed protection from all came from the inside. Like the razor sharp pain, slicing away at what remained of his tattered heart, or the all too vivid memory responsible for said pain. He knew in time the hurt would dissipate but for the moment it was still fresh enough to make him whimper.
The only reason he'd left the bed was to grab a quick bite to eat, not managing to stomach any more than a slice of toast, and for a quick shower. He was hurting but he wasn't hurting quite that badly to ignore his personal hygiene...Some things never changed. He buried his head in the pillow, trying to drown the outside world out.
A tapping drifted to his ears and he grumbled into the padding. Of all the houses in Karakura why did a bird have to choose his? Wasn't there something better for them to do than tap against the glass of his window? Ishida resolved to get a cat first thing in the morning...
The tapping turned into a banging, screaming with urgency. What the hell? Was the feathery creature flying against the glass with the intent to break it, because that's how it sounded. Ishida shuffled and raised himself from his enclosing shell of cloth, ready to draw his bow and shoot the pesky bird. Of course he would never be able to do it...It wasn't in his nature to hurt the innocent, no matter how much they grinded his gears.
Yet when Uryu turned to meet it he didn't see a bird. His irritation was instantly replaced by surprise and a pang of hurt. His lungs filled with air yet he felt like he was suffocating. Just his luck...When he was hurting and suffering Lady Faith had to step in and slap him across the face by presenting him with the one person who could stich him up but who won't. Bloody fantastic...
With hesitant steps he neared the window, feeling the crushing weight of Ichigo's eyes following his every move, and with clumsy fingers opened the latch. He assumed the other was there to apologise for refusing him or something else on the line, since Ichigo was too good a person to be fine with anyone suffering on his account. Even when he didn't do anything wrong...
'Ichigo Wh-' The Shinigami stepped inside the bedroom in one fluent leap and before Ishida had time to say another word he found himself pulled up against Ichigo and kissed with a passion he didn't think possible outside the contents of his imagination.
One of his arms was around Ishida's waist while the other snaked through his hair and pulled him closer, mashing their lips together in a crushing possessiveness. At first Uryu was too shocked to react but when Ichigo's tongue pushed against his lips he gave in, letting his pent up desire take over.
He could feel Ichigo's hands cupping his face, holding him like he would never let go which was exactly what the Soul Reaper was thinking. While he had been sprinting towards Ishida there had been only one thing on his mind. He forgot about Hisagi. He forgot about the danger of running into Hollows. He forgot about his fears of being taken over by HIchigo. He could only think of his Quincy and how much he longed for him. The want, the need, to see and touch him gave wings to his steps. He could only pray that he would get there in time and when he did, all he wanted was to hold Ishida and to feel his heat.
His hands moved down Ishida's shirt, peeling it away gently but hastily, while the other pair of hands was doing the same to his own garments. Their bodies spoke all the things they didn't have time to say. The desperate yearning was unmistakable.
Ichigo began leading the two of them backwards towards the bed, his hands placed just above Ishida's hips. He fell, tripped by the wooden bed frame, and dragged the Quincy on top of him. The other straddled his waist, supporting his weight on his knees long enough for Ichigo to push down his unbuckled trousers.
Suddenly Ichigo sat up abruptly enough to push Ishida backwards but before the archer fell over two hands reached for him. They enclosed his forearms and pulled the body right up against Ichigo's chest, crushing their lips together vigorously. Ishida could feel the other's heart beat right up against his own skin and it was drumming madly.
Uryu shuddered when Ichigo's hands ran down his back, his nails scraping ever so slightly along the length of his spine, and groped his pert rear. His sharp gasp was eagerly swallowed by the possessive mouth still clasped over his. He knew what was coming next and he raised his hips just enough to allow access to the questing fingers. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd dreamed about this moment and in all honesty he was having a hard time accepting this as reality. But of it was indeed only his imagination playing out his starved lust then he was happy to go along for the ride...
The kiss was broken when Ishida involuntarily threw his head back, overpowered by the need to arch his throat when Ichigo pushed through his tight ring of muscles. His mouth went dry from the heat coursing through his veins, not only from the thrusting digit but also from the intensity of the Shinigami's stare. Another finger joined the first but it was still not enough to fill up the Quincy. He bucked his hips impatiently, silently demanding harsher treatment.
He attempted glaring threateningly but failed miserably, his deep blush and messy hair screaming the exact opposite. However Ichigo got the gist and smirked, his own patience about to snap like a taunt string. In one effortless movement he hooked his arms under Ishida's knees and flipped him on his back, taking the top position, his powerful body framing the one under him nicely. Uryu's eyes were wide, surprised to find the world around him spin upside down so suddenly, and was ready to say something but the words caught in his throat.
Ichigo had a second to pray he wasn't moving too quickly before he lost control entirely. Seeing Ishida below him, wide eyed and open mouthed, with thin rivers of fresh perspiration trailing down his enticing throat and heaving chest made him go wild. His scent, his voice, his pleading gaze. All he saw and wanted was Ishida.
He managed to reign himself in at first, going slow and allowing the heavenly constricting tunnel bathe his member in magmatic heat but with each trust he lost just a little bit more of his inhibitions until he was thrusting in with all his might. The bed creaked form the force of his movements and the room filled with noise, most coming from Ishida's unchecked mouth. Ichigo would have never guessed the slighter man was even capable of such sweet moans or expressed profanities but he liked it. He liked it very much.
Uryu's nails scratched viciously at his back, carving red trails into his skin and adding an urgent sting to the sweet mixture. Swept by the pleasure, Ichigo bent his neck to latch his lips onto Ishida's bridged throat, tasting salt and something belonging distinctly only to him. That seemed to be the final straw and with a louder moan than all the rest before, Ishida's body tensed and shook with the power of his high.
Ichigo couldn't remember ever seeing something as arousing as Uryu's sated expression and it triggered his own fall, giving him barely enough time to pull out and spill his seed over Ishida's convulsing stomach. His breath was ragged and heavy and his arms did a poor job of supporting him what with all their tremors. Ichigo felt more exhausted than after a training session with Yoruichi. That woman could sure whip someone into shape...
'I like you too...' But his words went unheard, Uryu finally falling into an easy sleep.
Hisagi neared the candy shop owner with resigned steps. The man in question sprang up from his seat, his paper fan covering his sure to be bread crescent-moon grin and waved enthusiastically towards him. Under no circumstances could Shuhei believe this was the same Urahara Kisuke, former captain of the 12th Division, also considered a genius supressing even the madness of Captain Kurotsuchi. Not even when he had the evidence before his very eyes. At least he was handy in situations such as these...
'Welcome to my humble shop! What can I do for you this fine evening lieutenant?' The over the top cheery voice did nothing to change Hisagi's mind...
'I need a place to stay, until I finish my mission.'
'Oh? I was under the impression you were housed under Uryu Ishida's roof? Did something change?' Urahara knew damn well the answer to his own question, that much Hisagi could discern with absolute certainty from his smug tone.
'Yeah, turns out Kurosaki gave a whole new meaning to the phrase Love gives Wings... ' Urahara's gleeful laugh was the only condolence he received. Maybe sleeping on a park bench was a better alternative...
'You don't seem all that disappointed.' Shuhei had a faint smile of his own playing on his lips.
'Why would I be when things went according to plan?' The two pairs of eyes met and despite Urahara's shadowing hat, they shared a moment of mischief. Hisagi wasn't the meddling type, that was Urahara's forte, but Kurosaki and Ishida were in need of someone to give them a good push. He just happened to be unfortunate enough and be around...
'You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need. Just make sure not to startle Ururu. She tends to hit first and ask questions later these days...' He moved aside, removing the only obstruction in Hisagi's path.
'...Thanks. I think.'
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