Hello, it's me again; I'm severely hoping that I'll be able to fit/manage to write the lemon into the story. I've been trying to figure out how to go about it and I think I've concocted a way!

Chapter 7: Rude Awakening

Falling off the couch - or bed - in certain cases, was high on Ishida's list of bad ways to be woken up that way, combined with his phone ringing incessantly, and his rather ruffled condition…well, that just made him downright snappy."Hello?!" he snarled into his phone, while Keigo whined at him a little in the background.

"Is my idiot brother still with you?!" A loud, female voice snarled straight back. "It's nearly midnight, you realize that?!" It was flushed. Keigo sighed and Ishida glanced back at him.

"eh, yeah. He's still here." Ishida frowned. Keigo stood, walking over to where Ishida was half hunched over his phone. Arms slithered around his waist, and Ishida flushed a little more.

"Give him the phone." Mizuho growled. Keigo heard her elevated voice and took it.

"Hello." He sighed, pulling Ishida back into him with one arm still around his waist, the other holding the phone to his ear as Mizuho chewed him out about not calling or showing up. "Yeah, sorry Anee-chan."

"You'd better be!!" She was yelling so loud Ishida could hear every word she was then she said something else, that he couldn't make out.

"Yeah, I'm staying with Ishida tonight." Keigo replied, and Ishida threw him a shocked , of course being Keigo, didn't notice, and instead sighed into the phone and said, "No, I don't have spare clothes. I'll be over in the morning, I'll change then. Yes, I know that's gross! Look, I'm staying, it's too late for me to walk back right now anyhow!"

"Well, fine!" Mizuho yelled and Keigo sighed again.

"Sorry I didn't call first." Keigo apologized. Ishida sighed and glanced away.

Who said he could stay anyhow… not that I would really mind…

"Yeah, get some sleep Anee-chan. Ja ne." Keigo said, softer than before, and hung up. Replacing the phone, he let go of Ishida. And then froze."Um, it is okay I stay right? I mean, I usually don't have to ask with Mizuiro or Ichigo…"

"No, it's fine." Ishida said briskly, his lips pulled down in a slight frown. Keigo grinned happily and latched back on to the Quincy.

"It was nice to sleep with you." Keigo said softly into his neck, and Ishida blushed and shoved him off.

"That sounds wrong…" he grumbled a little, and the other boy's grin widened.

"Well that'll be nice too I suppose…" he snickered, his face taking on a distinctly perverted quality.

"Keigo!" Ishida scolded and doubled his efforts to get away. Keigo pouted.

"What, you think it won't be?" he asked and Ishida went a deeper red.

"Th-that's not…" he started, mortified at the imaged flooding his mind. Keigo howled with laughter, holding his sides as if they may come apart.

"You hadn't thought about it!!" Ishida glared.

"So what if I didn't?!" he snapped.

"You're that sexually repressed, that you didn't even jerk off to me once?" Keigo chuckled and Ishida's eyes went wide.

Keigo wiped his eyes and took a calming breath, Ishida processing this information slower than anything he had before have been his brain was overheating from the heat of his face…

"Wait… does that mean you did?" he asked sound and movement abruptly stopped.

"Eh, well… not… I mean…" Keigo had his turn in the Maroon Troupe and Ishida got to laugh. Keigo crossed his arms and glanced away.

"Stop laughing!" He protested, "It's normal for a teenager to do that!"

Ishida looked back up at him and smirked at the pout and the stain of red over his face.

"Just makes me wonder what you'd think of." he chuckled then stopped and went red.

Oh shit, I actually said that…

"Well, I could show you." Keigo said softly, pushing his hair back from his face. Ishida's eyes shot up to meet Keigo's and the boy had a soft smile on his face, calm in his didn't know how he did it…Their lips met and that was familiar enough. Ishida blushed when he realized in his irritation he'd completely forgotten that his shirt was open from earlier that day, and Keigo pushed it easily off his shoulders, letting his fingers linger over his arms before one lifted to tangle in Ishida's hair and the other went around his waist and trailed slowly up his spine. Ishida let his arms go around Keigo and scowled at the unfairness of it when all he encountered was cotton. He gripped a handful of fabric and yanked at it, Keigo's lips separating from his and him staggering a little.

"Hey! Hold on I'll take it off! Geez!" Keigo whined, stepping back and Ishida let go of the shirt, smirking slightly as Keigo pulled his shirt over his head. Ishida's eyes went wide at the small starburst scar over Keigo's heart and he gaped.A soul modification point.

"Wait, how'd that…" Ishida started.

"Messed up bug thing, though I think that had something to do with Kurosaki too. There's two on my back. Ichigo said it was a dream but like I'm not going to remember just in case…"Keigo sighed, crossing his arms. Then Keigo looked over at him and grinned. "Hey, it's in the same place."

"Huh?" Ishida frowned and Keigo touched his chest.

"As your burn." Keigo said softly, tracing over the Quincy cross with a finger. Ishida shivered a little and swallowed hard.

"That's where my father shot me." Ishida said. Keigo met his eyes with his own. Ishida dropped his gaze.

"That's rough."

"It was… to regain my powers." Ishida murmured, as Keigo spread his fingers and pressed his palm over the mark.

"You lost them?" he asked softly.

"For a while, yeah." Ishida nodded.

"That sucks." Keigo chuckled a little and pulled him closer, and Ishida chuckled as well.

That was one way to put it.

"You have no idea." Ishida smiled.

"You looked shocked to see them though." Keigo ran his hands over Ishida's back.

"Yeah, they mean that, part of your soul was drained." Ishida said reluctantly

."Wow. That stinks… guess I'm half the man I thought I was…" Keigo smirked and Ishida scowled.

"That's not something most people just laugh about!" Ishida protested, annoyed.

"Well I feel the same as before that, I think the same as before that, there's nothing really wrong with me, maybe he fixed it." Keigo shrugged. Ishida sighed and shook his head. There really was nothing he could do for it; Orihime probably did something to help him already anyhow.

"Let me see it." Ishida said softly. Keigo stepped back obediently. He looked at the small starburst and lifted a hand, feeling it. There was barely any indentation, mostly just a variation in color. Keigo blushed and glanced away.

"You have such a worried expression on your face…" he muttered, looking a little sheepish. Ishida smiled and leaned in, kissing the mark.

"Of course, you might not think it's a big deal, but I do." Ishida sighed. Keigo lifted his chin sharply, and Ishida's eyes widened as his mouth swooped down. Keigo kissed him, hard, pressing his tongue into his mouth abruptly and then against his own. Almost against his will, Ishida's eyes slowly shut as Keigo kissed kiss was different, hotter; it made him actually think about what Keigo had said sex and repression and going farther than kisses and touches on alittle.

Think about, like, and seriously consider.

He pulled away, his lips still brushing against the other boy's. They were both breathing heavily. Keigo looked at him softly, eyes half lidded, and Ishida swallowed.

"Sorry, was that too hard or--" Keigo started, pushing Ishida's bangs back from his face and earning a scowl.

"Stop apologizing for kissing me." he growled, those soft brown eyes going wide. "it's not like I push you off or something, if I'm not complaining when it happens what makes you think I'm going to afterwards?!"

"Right." Keigo nodded a little and pressed closer, one knee going between Ishida's legs. Ishida, caught off guard stumbled backwards, landing against the wall. Keigo pressed him up against it and claimed his lips once more. Ishida let the other boy open his mouth and tasted the other's in turn. Keigo's fingers barely brushed over his scar before moving lower, moving a soft flicker of pleasure over his nipple. Shit, Keigo was already hard, and with the way he was pressed up against him, it wasn't going to be too long before he was too. Keigo's thigh pressed up a little firmer against his groin and he gasped softly, his eyes clenching shut.

Wow, that's not half bad…Keigo pulled his lips back, moving his head down and laving deep kisses and small licks over the juncture between neck and shoulder, teeth barely grazing skin and making Ishida's heart double speed and his back melt against the 's eyes went wide when Keigo's hand settled on the button to his pants.

"Wait." Ishida breathed out, and Keigo froze. Both of them stood there like that for a second, catching their breath and not progressing forwards. Ishida's eyes closed and he took a deep breath. "We shouldn't…"

"Okay." Keigo nodded and moved his hand. He took a step back and nodded, smiling a little. "It's late anyhow."

"Yeah." Ishida nodded. Keigo chuckled sheepishly.

"Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…" he half-apologized and Ishida shook his head.

"It's fine… I'm just not…" he started but lost track of what he was trying to say. He did want Keigo just… well, it was confusing…

"It's cool, I understand." Keigo surrendered, and for some reason Ishida felt guilt settle heavily in his gut.

He probably thinks I'm uncomfortable being that intimate…

Okay, I'll admit it…

I'm fucking repressed…

"Not up against a wall." Ishida said stared.

"What?"

"I've never… well, I don't want it to be against a wall." Ishida said stiffly, pushing his glasses up and trying to ignore the shocked expression on Keigo's face.

Do I seriously act that repressed?!

"Oh well, yeah, I mean… I understand that completely…" Keigo blushed and glanced away. "I've never exactly… with anyone else so… I understand how you feel."

"Good." Ishida nodded, Keigo's eyes went wide and Ishida grabbed his forearm. "I'll show you the bedroom then."

"Uh, right." Keigo nodded, pink staining his cheeks and Ishida smiled.

Okay, this is working; he's just about as uncomfortable as me…

But when did my goal become 'make Keigo as uncomfortable as I am'?!

Know what? Forget it…

Ishida walked, Keigo managing to slide his arm free and snatch Ishida's hand, lacing their fingers together and Ishida couldn't help the small smile that crept on his face.

Awkward, but yeah, he's cute.

Ishida opened the door and Keigo followed him in. He gazed animatedly about the room.

"You've got a lot of… stuff…" Keigo told him, and Ishida rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I do." Ishida nodded. Of course, Keigo took this as explicit permission to paw through said 'stuff'He picked up a picture frame.

"Hey, is this your dad?!" Keigo gaped.

"Yes?" Ishida frowned.

"He's hot!" Keigo announced, and Ishida's stomach bottomed out. He felt weird. His boyfriend was into his father.

"He's 39..." Ishida managed to make his voice sound cold and unaffected.

"So what? He's still hot. I actually met him once before." Keigo added.

"Really?" he asked, Keigo nodding.

"Uh, yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I tend to get hurt a lot." he chuckled.

"Yeah, I noticed." Ishida sighed. Though I'm not exactly happy about it…

"So I got hit my a car and--" Keigo started, which most people should know is never a good way to start a story cause you're almost guaranteed to be interrupted.

"Wait, a car?!" Ishida interrupted, predictably.

"Uh, yeah. Happens about once a year, I think I pissed off some yakuza or something…" Keigo mused and Ishida was once again thrown off by Keigo's obvious lack of basic self preservation instincts.

"Hold on, you get regularly hit by cars?!" Ishida asked, holding up a hand to halt him and Keigo nodding a little.

"Yeah, it happens… Orhime's the same. Neither of us really look before we cross. And I mean, that's what crosswalk alarms are for right?! So you don't really have to look?!" Keigo huffed. "Honestly!"

"That it one of the most pathetic things I think I've ever heard…" Ishida sighed

"Anyway, I was saying that one time your dad was my doc." Keigo sighed. "Only reason I remember is that he kept getting uncomfortably close…"

"Yeah, that's him…" Ishida sighed.

"Anyway, I can see where you get it." Keigo chuckled a little.

"Get what?" Ishida asked, suspicious.

"Your 'unbearable sexiness'." Keigo grinned and Ishida scowled.

"I was kidding about that." he scoffed a little and Keigo pulled him in by the wrist, kissing him soundly. Ishida gladly returned the gesture, Keigo broke away.

"It's too late," he murmured. "Or early, take your pick."

"What?" Ishida said, for want of anything intelligent to say.

Keigo gestured behind him. "It's two in the morning."

Ishida glanced behind him to the bedside table where the clock lay, and saw that it was indeed, two in the morning.

"Eh?! Seriously?!" he gaped, Keigo wrapped his arms back around him.

"Unless your clock is wrong." Keigo said softly.

Which it wasn't.

"Damn it!!!" he scowled, but leant back into Keigo's embrace all the ushered them towards the bed, flopping them both down unceremoniously onto it.

"Hmm, cuddle and sleep." Keigo suggested, nuzzling into his back. Ishida acquiesced.

"Keigo?" Ishida said, quietly.

"Hmm?" Keigo mumbled, scooting them around so they were at the top of the bed.

"I…" Ishida started and sighed, burying his face in his pillow and sighing. "Never mind."

"Good night."

"Yeah."

End chapter , I know. Throw all the cans you want at me, I fail.*dons marshmallow suit*Now all you can do is flame and make me toasty and delicious! MWA HA HA HA HAH!!!!Wow, that… that was downright insane…I think I need to pay a visit to my therapist, be back later, kayz?

And my brain explodes and reforms from all the reviewer love!!!!