I DON'T OWN BLEACH

Kisuke/Ichi hope u like it =D HUGS!

When the student is ready, the master appears. ~Buddhist Proverb

Lessons

"I don't want to go in there." Ichigo starts to turn around and stomp back into his bedroom when the door suddenly opens. Oh, Crap. Too late.

"Oh, Kurosaki-san?" Kisuke rubs at his eyes. "Are you ready for your first lesson?"

"Um... well. Nope not really." He can't do it. He can't possibly learn the art of seduction from Urahara. The problems started before just after high school. Guys started coming onto him and Ichigo just froze in terror. It's not that he doesn't want to do it, he just doesn't know what to do. His body get's all... stupid and then he ends up breaking up with every boyfriend he has ever had. Being alone and miserable isn't so bad. He is setting a new standard for abstinence. Yes! That works! He is waiting... and waiting for the right guy to do... that stuff with. "I'll just die a virgin." Yup, that is an acceptable alternative to asking that blonde pervert for help.

"I'll be gentle." Kisuke grins from under his green and white striped hat. Oh how he loves to pick on Ichigo. Having him for a roommate is the best thing to ever happen to him. Ichigo is a never ending source of entertainment. "Come inside my room."

Ichigo is doomed...

After being yanked inside Kisuke's room the door is shut and he feels a hand guiding him toward the bed. Taking one look at the rumpled covers Ichigo turns sharply to sit in a chair.

"I don't mind if you sit on my bed." Urahara takes off his dark green shirt tossing it to the floor. "I actually prefer it."

"I-I'm safer over here thanks." Ichigo swallows nervously, his eyes slanting to the floor to avoid staring at Urahara's bare chest. His ultimate nemesis has got to be this man. So tall and pale and gorgeously blonde, but there is a drawback.

"Let's get nakie!"

He is a raging pervert. Why! Why does it have to be Urahara teaching him? "Because... Rukia told him I have performance anxiety. Damn her!"

"Kurosaki-san, if you don't want to do this..."

"I'm tired of being alone on Friday nights." he mumbles. "Let's just get this over with. Teach me how to you know..."

"Have sex, make love, bumping the doughnut hole?" Oh he could go on. Kisuke loves to see Ichigo blush, but then his little virgin might lose his nerve and he can't have that. It took him three years of being his roommate to get Ichigo just to step foot into his room. Urahara has spent way too many nights thinking about Kurosaki-san's face, warm looking tan body, and even the adorable little scowl he makes on his mind as he masturbates. "Kurosaki-san is so kawaii!"

"I'm out of here!" Ichigo darts from the chair heading for the door.

"Lesson one..." Urahara puts a hand to the door blocking Ichigo's retreat. "Kissing." He places the tip of his index on Ichigo's chin gently. "It's all about the right amount of pressure." Kisuke grazes his lips over Ichigo's, his eyes lowering to mere slits. He waits until Ichigo closes his eyes to return his lips to the soft open mouth next to him.

Ichigo doesn't understand... why is this kiss making him chill? The gentleness is surprising from Urahara. He can't remember him ever being this nice to be around. That isn't true, Kisuke is actually the nicest guy he knows. Ichigo could have picked just about any of his friends to ask for help, but Urahara-san would be the only one he would say yes too.

"Kurosaki-san..."

"Hmm?"

"You need to kiss back or this is pointless." It isn't pointless for Kisuke. His eyes have followed Ichigo intensely since he moved into his apartment. It's like finally getting to the Super Bowl and winning after three years in a row of loosing. No way is he going to let his trophy just waltz off the field. Tackle, tackle! But in a nice way... His mind suddenly lurches to a stop, Ichigo begins kissing him back. The shy lips moving against his are like a delicious reward for being so patient. Want, need increases. Deepening the kiss he opens his mouth lightly sucking on Ichigo's lower lip.

Ichigo is feeling his lower lip being so sensually caressed, he moans into Kisuke's mouth. This isn't scary like it was with other guys. It feels natural and is so comforting. He could enjoy this... yes he certainly could.

Ohhh, yes he heard that little sound. It sent a thrill through him. Kisuke slips his tongue inside that gasping mouth searching for heat and moisture. Ichigo isn't just good to kiss, he is incredible. Warm and wet, he strokes his tongue to the top of the hot mouth.

Their touching tongues sends electricity crawling over Ichigo's skin. Suddenly the room feels so... hot. He can't understand why he has been so reluctant with Urahara. He feels good, better than good and it's strangely relaxing being with someone who is more assertive. His hands lift on their own accord, wrapping around Kisuke's neck to bring the man closer.

He steps between Ichigo's legs to rub his chest against him, pressing the younger man to his door. Oh dear... this is difficult. He wants him so badly his erection is... Whoa! Kisuke be a good boy! "Lesson one..." Kisuke exhales a breath breaking the kiss. "clear."

"Oh, thank god..." Ichigo darts out the door making a mad dash into his room and locks the door. "My cock is killing me." he gasps yanking at his pants to get them unzipped. His shoulders droop as he releases the aching member from the tight space of his jeans. This is terrible. How can he finish learning how to seduce a boyfriend if he is the one getting freaking seduced by his teacher! He wobbles around his bed heading for the shower he shares with Grimmjow. The flat they live in is dorm style with rooms set up in pairs. Ichigo just has the unlucky fate of sharing a bathroom with a guy who loves to screw in the shower. "What is up with that?" Doesn't he get... wrinkly? The sock on Ichigo's side of the bathroom door makes his brows wrinkle. And... he isn't even in the damn shower. Groaning he drops onto his bed, looking away from the bulge in his pants he tries to distract himself with a manga.

"Grimmjow... oh god you are going to break off the tile."

"Hehe... wouldn't be the first time."

"Alright damn it!" Throwing the book on the floor he marches out of the room, but looks down seeing the big tent in his pants. Returning to his room, he grabs the manga and puts it over his crotch. Limping past Chad's door Ichigo can hear his bed creaking, walking across the hall he starts to turn the knob on Renji's door but the huge sign makes him think twice.

"Knock and you die... it's Rukia's weekend off!"

One hope left... walking over to Ishida's room he doesn't hear, see, or notice anything leading to sex. No way four eyes is doing anyone... he is so damn boring. Opening the door he freezes in shock. The color drains from his face and he slams the door. "I can't unsee it... it's just..." Shaking his head he comes to Urahara's door and makes a hasty retreat. Is it totally bizarre that Kisuke and Ichigo are the only guys not having sex in the whole flat right now? He bumps into someone and holds a hand over his crotch. "I don't know why Ishida had a red ping pong ball in his mouth!"

"They are already that far?" Ulquiorra moves past Ichigo and puts his hand on the doorknob.

"That far... meaning there is more? And why would Ulquiorra go in there?" Clearing his throat, Ichigo shrugs the image from his mind. "Oh Ulquiorra can I use your shower?"

"Yes, I will be quite busy with-"

"Don't tell me!" Ichigo holds a hand up. "Thank you for letting me use the shower." Turning back around he vanishes inside Ulquiorra's room and opens the connecting bathroom. Glancing around he narrows his eyes at all the stainless steel fixtures and shiny surfaces. "This is bullshit!" he yells, his voice echoing all the way into the next room.

Urahara's eyes pop open, his hand lifting the distinctive green and white striped hat from his face. "Ichigo?" Nah, it couldn't be. It sounds like it came from his bathroom.

"Where is the tacky eighties linoleum and the leaky toilet! Why is this bathroom awesome and mine is smells like Grimmjow's armpit?"

"Ho~?" Stepping across the room to his bathroom door, he cracks open the door darting his eyes over to the steam-filled shower. Kisuke can see the outline of Ichigo's tight ass through the glass shower door. "Ichigo.. your ass is perfection." Biting down on his knuckle, he watches his roommate soaping up his body. The gleaming in his eye brightens as he sees Ichigo's hand begin moving in a steady rhythm near his waist.

"Oh! He is touching himself." Kisuke suddenly presses his back to the wall clamping his hand over his mouth. "Don't look! Don't look! Don't look!" Oh, he totally does. Unable to stop himself he peeks back through the crack in the door, his eye lids becoming heavy while watching Ichigo stroking his cock like a professional. "Ichigo-kun~ you are good at that." No matter how much Urahara might want to go into that bathroom and help Ichi out. He won't. Nope he respects him way to much to ruin the trust he placed in him.

"Ahhh! Kisuke..."

And the respect is overrated. He can just buy Ichigo some flowers and a new video game to make up for the massive rape-fest that is about to take place."He said my name!" Kisuke opens the door and walks inside the bathroom with a huge grin on his face.

The wet orange head man in the shower doesn't notice until it's too late. Out of nowhere a Kisuke's face plasters to the glass wall. "Lesson two! Lesson two!"

"AHHHHH!" Jumping like a scared cat Ichigo's eye bulge out, then... he furrows his brows. "Urahara! G-Get out!" Ichigo yells, his face filling with heat.

"Please let me teach you..." he moans sliding his face down the glass. "You are touching..."

"I don't think-" But the glass door opens and a very, very naked Kisuke steps inside with a serious expression on his face. "Don't look! Don't look! Don't look at his dick!" Oh, but he does.. he looks down and stares at that long protruding- "C-C- I mean Kisuke." Ichigo shakes his head trying to look away, but it's kind of impossible. The long arching erection is pointing up in the air, the skin pale with dark veins running along it's length up to a round purplish-pink head. Looking closer Ichigo can see just a hint of white pre-come dripping from the tiny slit at the top. "Ohh, that's um your..."

"Lesson two; touching." Reaching out the blondes thing fingers wraps around Ichigo's member. "You want to start at the base and gently..." He slides up the velvety smooth hardness with just the right amount of pressure. "move up in long tender, but firm strokes." Kisuke continues to touch Ichigo's tan cock, moving his hand up and down. "Occasionally, touching the tip with your thumb."

Ichigo's face goes slack, the hand on him is slowly increasing it's pace sending tingling over his thighs and up his shaft. "Ahh." he whispers, his feet wobbling for balance. Backing into the blue tile behind him he shuts his eyes lost in the pleasure wrapping around him. A wet sensation slicking over his cock head makes his eyes pop back open. Looking down, Urahara is on his knees with his tongue licking seductively at his cock, them suddenly he is engulfed by those pink lips into a sea of wet heat. "AH!" Gritting his teeth he fights not to come right there, but the lust-filled blue eyes looking up at him keep him wanting more.

Pressing his mouth an inch further, Kisuke takes Ichigo's cock deeper inside his mouth. Careful to cover his teeth with his lips, flattening his tongue around the hard shaft, while he runs his hands up Ichigo's legs touching him.

Ichigo is stunned, he can't look away from from the sight of his cock vanishing inside that very, very sensual mouth, Kisuke's mouth. But it feels so good inside there he can't help but slide his fingers around Urahara's head massaging small circles in his damp gorgeously blonde hair. "I-Isn't this m-more than t-touching... like swall Ah!" The sudden pleasure is more than he can take. His back arches, his toes curling in intense pressure. "C-Coming!" Ichigo groans trying to pull away, but the man has a firm grip on his hips forcing him to come into the back of Kisuke's throat. "Ngggh!" he huffs sliding down the tiled wall, his cock popping from it's warm prison. "Oh my god."

Rising from the floor the blonde man steps under the refreshing spray letting out a light sigh. The water crashes against his toned chest and down his flat belly to coat his cock in warmth. Its difficult to keep under the shower with Ichigo so close by. The minutes tick by as he washes his body fully aware of the younger man's eyes on him. The lessons seems strange now. Kisuke has always liked Ichigo. However, now that he has kissed him and touched him. He feels like his emotions are building into something stronger, something real. A warm hand slides down his side. It's Ichigo drawing near. Kisuke is afraid if he is embraced by Ichigo his own feelings might come spilling out only to swirl down the drain under his feet. But as that large warm hand moves over his chest he curses at himself for being so damn greedy. "Touch me more." he begs. It's better to take what he can get from these moments.

"Like this?" Sliding his hand down Kisuke's taut chest he slips a hand around his cock.

"Yesss." he moans, as Ichigo's lips press to his shoulder blade, his breath hitching when long fingers slips along his hard length.

"Kisuke... do you know why I picked you?" he whispers near Kisuke's ear, his lips brushing a soft blonde hair. "Because I wanted you."

It feels good now, not like a favor or a lesson but the two of them finally confessing something both already knew.

But this isn't the right place. Kisuke takes Ichigo by the hand leading him into his room and shutting door. "Here is better." he says claiming Ichigo's lips again, his hands moving up to cup his chin.

Ichigo tilts into the kiss meeting him with desire, his hands moving up and down Kisuke's back delighting in the feel of his strong muscles. Sliding up to his shoulders and the down to his lower back to rest on a firm backside, his fingers caress everything in their path.

A small content murmur whispers from Kisuke's lips as he grips Ichigo's slim hips. Pulling his body flush with his wet skin connects in an incredibly heated caress. He softly bites on the plump lower lip in his mouth and allows his fingers to travel upwards, across the orange haired man's defined abs and higher, until he discovers small hardened peaks.

Ichigo shivers in response, the pleasure racing up his spine, reminding him that he is new at this, but his partner is someone he trusts.

Again he pulls lightly on that deliciously tan body, keeping their tongues entwined while he backs them towards his bed. Ichigo follows him happily roaming his hands anywhere and everywhere he can think of.

Soon as their backs hit the bed Kisuke rolls over on top of Ichigo planting a trail of kisses down his chest. And he is pleased with Ichigo's response. Hands move over his body searching, and touching, pinching lightly, and then finally his entire arms circle Kisuke holding him tight against him. Their hips hitch, rubbing together, their moans feeding the building passion between them.

"One... second." Kisuke is reluctantly released. He leans over to his night stand and pulls out a bottle of lube and tosses it on the bed next to Ichigo. Without missing a beat he returns to kissing the warm tan skin of Ichigo's chest.

"Ohhhh." Letting out a low groan Ichigo arches his back and opens his legs to allow Kisuke closer.

"Please Kisuke." he pants, feeling his cock stiffen back to full size.

"On your side." he says moving back on his knees and waiting for Ichigo to turn. "Perfect." Crawling over his partner he slides his body up behind him and holds him close. "I'm right here."

"I'm glad it's you." Ichigo says putting a hand behind him to touch Kisuke's hip. His right eye lid shuts feeling the cold wetness of the gel being spread over his opening.

"Ichigo..." he whispers into Ichigo's ear while he coats his cock with lube. "I've wanted this a long time."

"Me too. Oh wow..." he shutters as a finger circles his entrance, the sensitive spot sending a streak of pleasure through him. "Ohhh that feels good."

Kisuke leans on an elbow and takes his time moving his index finger over the puckered skin enjoying the sounds coming from the man next to him. With his own cock bobbing so close by the blonde haired man occasionally moves his finger away to rub the head against Ichigo's opening. The delicious gasp from his partner, and the tingling just make him delirious for more.

"Ohh god." Ichigo wiggles his hips backwards trying to feel that wide hardness, only to feel a finger nudging it's way inside him. "Mmm."

Craning his neck towards Kisuke he opens his mouth to ask for a kiss and is delighted when a hungry mouth covers his.

They kiss, their tongues meeting in a heated bliss, both so anxious to experience the other.

Kisuke slips a second finger inside Ichigo's tight passage and begins to stroke in and out adding more gel when needed. The mouth on his kisses harder, their lips wet and swollen.

"Oh it's good like this, Kisuke."

Suddenly the fingers are gone and he holds his breath as Kisuke's cock begins to nudge its way inside.

"Alright." Ichigo replies, clamping his eyes shut at the stinging pain. Then something shifts and he feels himself Kisuke's cock slides deep inside, his body gives a tremor of pleasure.

Laying his head on a tan shoulder he is careful to hold still. He keeps moving his fingers down Ichigo's body, occasionally stroking his cock and touching his cheek. "You feel so good." he whispers sliding his fingers down Ichigo's side returning to rubbing his cock.

"Ahh!" he moans as a chill sweeps down his spine. It feels good, so good his own body is starting to tremble. He can't help move his hips just a bit to let Kisuke know he wants more now. "Please..."

His hips begin a gentle pace needing to feel everything, to sink into the crushing pressure and savor it. "Ahhhh." he groans, pulling halfway out before easing back in. "Ichigo..." Kisuke nuzzles at Ichigo's neck the heat between them increasing steadily with his rhythm.

"Ohhh!" he can only moan a response, his body is busy moving against Kisuke's cock. Ichigo's fingers instantly clench at the sheets, the pleasure coursing out of control as his leg is bent at the knee and lifted. Sucking in shallow breaths, he is thrust into harder.

Shifting his hips, Kisuke's focuses on his movements, the sweat dripping down his back. The first twinge of his orgasm begins in his thighs. His hand reaches around Ichigo to stroke his cock, the long velvet steel pulsating in his hand. "Come with me?"

"Yes!" It happens fast and fierce. Both men grinding on the other with their jaws tight, their bodies convulsing in sync. Panting for breath Ichigo senses Kisuke's cock harden. "Ahhhh!"

In a final thrust Kisuke lurches forward grabbing onto Ichigo and holding him as he spills inside him. He watches him carefully for a few moments after. His panting chest and flushed face giving Ichigo a satisfied look. Lifting the corner of his mouth he whispers in his ear something and is thrilled at the nodding of his orange head. "Lesson 3; clear!"


I had a lot of fun with the one. I hope you did too! Please review! HUGS Fuzzi