A/N: Thanks for the review!
Don't own Bleach.
Dream Come True
In the middle of the night, two young men departed for bed, but not everyone was asleep. Ichigo was seated in the middle of his bed with a bewildered look on his face, contemplating on the events that occurred today.
What did I do? I asked Ishida to come with me to a small café; I never invite someone out like that if it doesn't mean all my friends will be attending to. But instead it was just Ishida, and I. The two of us, no one else. Could that have been considered a… date! No, of course not, we were just two guys trying to get to know each other better, yeah that's it. But then, why was I so… happy? He's a guy, who also likes guys, agh! That doesn't mean I like them! But thinking back, I never actually felt anything for any girls I use to hang out with. Not the Shinigami women, nor the girls in my school. I guess I just chalked it up, as to I really have no sexual interest in anyone. But then why did I feel the need to k-k, never mind. I'll just sleep it off. Ichigo laid back down on his bed and covered himself with the handmade Quincy blanket. Letting himself be pulled into his dreams.
"Kurosaki, I need you…"
Ichigo got lost in the sapphire eyes, and did the only thing he could do, he leaned down and captured the Quincy's lips.
"Holly shit!"
Ichigo quickly covered up his mouth with his hand, not wanting to accidently wake Uryū up. He was slightly panting, and had his face slightly flushed. What the hell was that? Ichigo looked to his nightstand and grabbed his cell phone. He flipped it open and checked the time, in bright white light emitted two-thirty in the morning. He looked outside his window and saw that it was completely dark. He closed his phone and placed it back on the nightstand.
Ichigo grabbed at his head with his hand, and noticed that he had beads of sweat on his forehead. That was the most realistic dream I have ever had. Damn, I'm not going to be able to sleep like this if I keep dreaming up a panting Quincy who ran his soft… hands on the nape of my neck, looking at me with those clear cobalt eyes of his-STOP IT! I'm going to settle this once and for all! Ichigo pushed of the covers and with a determined look on his face, he walked to his door, and opened it up.
He looked around his living room, and couldn't see the Quincy anywhere. He thought he was lying down on the couch, but when he went to check, Uryū was not there. Ichigo felt a sense of panic, where's Ishida? That's when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned around and saw the infamous Uryū Ishida covered in only his towel that he had secured around his waist, while he used another towel to dry his hair. Ichigo did the only thing he could do: hide.
Ichigo quickly fell to the floor, and was lying down like a soldier who was sneaking around enemy lines. He heard Uryū sigh, and felt himself lose some blood from his head as it was now going down his southern region. He shook his head, and tries to maneuver his way out of this, trying to figure out when Uryū would get near the couch so he could quickly crawl to the back of the couch from the Quincy's sight.
"Damn that Kurosaki."
Hmm, what did I do?
Ichigo heard Uryū come close to the couch, and rapidly started crawling to the side of the couch. He looked from the side to try to glimpse at the towel wrapped Quincy. But once he looked at him, Uryū was just standing there using his second towel to keep drying his hair. Ichigo saw this as the perfect time to get the hell out of there. He began crawling back to his room, until he heard a familiar sound hissing in the air. Then he saw a flash of blue flash by his head, barely missing him as it was aimed at the floor next to him.
Ichigo quickly stood up, and began yelling at the Quincy. "What the hell, Uryū! Now you left a mark on my floor!"
Uryū pointed an accusing finger at him. "What the hell were you doing here, Kurosaki!"
Ichigo calmed back down realizing that he had no reason to be out of his room that early in the morning. But he quickly retorted back, "yeah, well, what were you doing taking a shower this late at night!"
Thanks to the darkness of the room, Ichigo couldn't see the small blush that went across Uryū's face. "I forgot to take one before I slept, so I woke up and took one. Now, answer me my question, Kurosaki."
Ichigo felt lost at what to say. "Well, I-I was looking for something to drink."
Uryū crossed his arms over his chest giving Ichigo a deadpan look. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"You're right, I should just-"
As Ichigo went back down to the floor, he began crawling back into his room, only to be stopped by another arrow. This time it was aimed right in front of his face. Then he could hear the chilly voice of Uryū as he heard his steps get closer.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere until you tell me what you were up to, Kurosaki."
Damn, why is he talking so low and sexy-agh! You are not attracted to Ishida! Ichigo kept on repeating this in his head like a mantra.
Uryū saw that Ichigo was not going to turn around and he frowned as he was being ignored. He walked closer to Ichigo and took the lightest arrow he could muster up and shoot it at Ichigo's back.
Ichigo jumped to his feet. "OWWW! What the hell was that for you crazy Quincy!" But once Ichigo turned around to face the Quincy, he felt himself lose any more coherent thoughts in his head. Uryū was looking at Ichigo with a slight frown on his face and his arms crossed.
Damn, why the hell is that pose looking so sexy? And why am I so aroused by this?
"You were ignoring me, Kurosaki. Now, answer my question."
Ichigo was stuttering as he began speaking. "Uh, w-well, I-I… got nothin'."
Uryū raised one of his eyebrows. "It could help if you spoke truthfully."
Ichigo sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to get out of this until Uryū got the truth from him. "Fine, but put some clothes on."
Uryū went back to the couch, and retrieved a neatly folded white shirt, and blue pants, all the while as he was placing them on; Ichigo was looking away with a blush on his face. Once Uryū placed them on, he came back to the same position he once was at.
"Now, tell me."
Ichigo looked to the side, not wanting to make any eye contact with him. "I… had this dream, and wanted to clear something up."
"And what did that have to do with coming out of your room, and trying to sneak around me."
Still looking away, Ichigo scratched the back of his head. "I was trying to see if I…"
"Yes." Encouraging Ichigo to continue, and also walking forward to close up some of the space between them.
Not knowing that Uryū was walking forward, until he turned to face him. Ichigo felt his body trembling under the force of his sapphire eyes. "To see if I was getting attracted… to you," saying it with no emotion behind it, as he felt like he was backed up against a wall.
Uryū was surprised, but surprised Ichigo more. "I… see. Then let me clear this up for you, Kurosaki. You were merely experiencing hormonal symptoms, and since I'm the only one here, it's natural that you would dream up such a thing," Uryū looked away, as he finished his sentence, "and besides, I would never date a Shinigami."
Ichigo at first felt a loss for words, but then felt a pang of rage inside him. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean! Just because I'm a Shinigami you wouldn't consider it! Don't you even feel a slight attraction to me?"
Uryū looked back at the enraged Shinigami, giving him the coldest glare he could give at the moment. "Of course I do! But you're a Shinigami, and I'm a Quincy! Were enemies-"
"The hell with that! Ever since I met you, you kept ranting off about how were enemies, but we never ever engaged in any last man standing match! Instead we went out for coffee and talked. I don't really think that's what 'enemies' are supposed to do."
Ichigo could see the frustration he was causing the young Quincy. But he still held his ground. "You idiot! Can't you see that I can't have feelings for you, it's just not possible!"
Now Ichigo was certain that Uryū was holding onto his measly pride that he flaunts around. Finally lost in the rage, and in the need, he began to walk forward until he was face to face with Uryū. He grabbed him tightly by the front of his shirt so now he was facing him. "Well, guess what, Ishida, I don't care about any of that stuff!" And before Uryū could retort anything back, Ichigo did the only thing he had wanted to do ever since his dream. He grabbed Uryū's chin with his free hand and pulled his face towards his.
Uryū's eyes grew wide, as Ichigo kissed him; he raised his arms and placed them on his shoulders. Trying to push him away, but soon, he began to lose himself to the softness of Ichigo's lips over his. He closed his eyes tightly, and still kept struggling until he felt Ichigo stick out his tongue over his lip. Then he lost it. Traitorously linking his arms behind his neck, he had lost all control as he began to deepen the kiss by opening his mouth to the provoking tongue. Ichigo quickly accepted his invitation, and soon their tongues met, tasting themselves for the first time.
Uryū felt himself getting dizzy at the pleasure he was receiving and groaned when Ichigo moved the hand that was on his chin to the back of his head. Softly running his fingers in his hair, as Uryū tried to hold on to Ichigo for dear life, feeling his knees beginning to buckle beneath him. Ichigo felt this, and soon both broke apart for the need of air.
Ichigo looked at Uryū's sapphire eyes, and felt himself get lost in them. "Are you okay?"
Uryū was quietly panting, and was getting lost in Ichigo's deep chocolate eyes. Almost as if it was the first time he has ever noticed them. He then nodded to his question, not feeling that he had the power to speak out any words in the moment.
Ichigo broke their gaze. "Do you want to… sleep in my room?"
Again, Uryū merely nodded, and let himself be pulled away by Ichigo as he took him by the hand, and began leading him to the comfort of his room.
A/N: Leave any comments you like, I would really like to read them.
