"This sunburn hurts like a bitch!" Ichigo whined, standing with his back to the mirror, trying to assess the damage.
"Well I did tell you to let me put more sun screen on your back after we got out of the water, but you were all 'No need, I've got tough skin, I'll be fine!' Not so fine now, are you?" Yumichika said to him sarcastically. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest, an amused smile on his face. The teen turned to glare at him, angry that his boyfriend was getting so much enjoyment out of this.
"Shut up, I'm not a beauty queen like you. I didn't think it would be this bad!" he growled.
"You think I'm beautiful?" Yumichika squealed, jumping up excitedly.
"I know you're beautiful, but that's not the issue here," Ichigo said, pulling him into a hug.
"Then what is it about?" the dark haired man asked, resting his hands on Ichigo's hips so that he wouldn't aggravate the sunburn.
"You were right. I was wrong. End of story," Ichigo said quickly, kissing him on the forehead before spinning them and striding down the hallway to the stairs.
"What was that? I didn't hear you!" Yumichika said in a sing-song voice, skipping after him.
"I said end of story," the teen yelled back from the bottom of the stairs.
"But you said it so quickly that I didn't hear the rest of it," he said, pouting when he caught up to the teen.
"Yes you did. Otherwise you wouldn't be bugging me now," Ichigo grumbled, searching through a cupboard in the kitchen. "Where the hell is it..." he muttered, reaching as far as he could into the depths of the dark cupboard.
"What have you lost?"
"Aloe Vera. It's good for sunburn," he replied, standing on his toes as he looked into another cupboard.
"Oh, right. Yuzu told me to tell you that there was none left, and that she went out to get some. She should be back soon," Yumichika said, taking half a step back.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Ichigo moaned, shutting the cupboard and turning to face him.
Yumichika shrugged. "I didn't know you were looking for it."
"Damn. Why can't she be back now," Ichigo muttered.
"Ichigo! We're home my son!" Isshin yelled, suddenly having appeared in the kitchen behind his son, smacking him on the back in greeting. The teen squawked as the hand came down hard on his sunburn and he arched away from it.
"You're dead old man!" he roared, spinning and kicking his father in the face, sending him flying though the window. Fuming, Ichigo stomped after him and proceeded to pound his father into the ground.
"What's up with Ichigo?" Yuzu asked, several large bags in her hands.
"His dad slapped his sunburn," Yumichika said dully, taking the bags from her and putting them on the counter. "Did you get the Aloe Vera?"
"Yes. It should be in that one," the girl said, pointing at the bag in the middle as she grabbed a stool and started the sort out the shopping.
Yumichika rummaged through the indicated bag, sorting things out as he removed them and found the tube he was looking for. Setting it aside, he helped the small brunette girl put the shopping away before grabbing it again and walking over to Ichigo, who was currently standing over the unmoving body of his father, making sure he didn't start moving again. The teen didn't notice him until he felt the cool gel being carefully rubbed into his raw, red skin. He hummed happily and looked over his shoulder, leaning back slightly so that he could give the dark haired man a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," he said softly as Yumichika continued to massage to gel into his back.
"You're welcome," he said back, kissing his shoulder and rubbing the excess gel onto Ichigo's stomach.
"Was that necessary?" Ichigo muttered, turning to face him.
"Of course it was. Isn't your stomach cooler now?"
"You just wanted to touch my abs."
"No. I needed to clean my hands."
"And touch my abs."
"...No..."
Ichigo chuckled and grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the house though the broken window. "You're not very convincing," he whispered, his breath tickling his boyfriend's ear.
"Ichigo...what about me...and the window?" Isshin said weakly, trying to pull himself out of the wreckage.
"You can stay there, and I'll let you fix the window."
"But-."
"I'll need to put on more aloe in a few minutes, once what I just put on has been absorbed completely. That way it will heal faster," Yumichika said, cutting him off.
"I have taught you well," Ichigo said with a laugh.
"Hey Yuzu, what ice cream did you buy?" asked Karin, who had just come into the room, completely undeterred by the hole in the wall where the window used to be.
"Yuzu bought ice cream?" Ichigo said, his head snapping towards where his sister was standing in the kitchen.
"Yep. I got chocolate, Karin," she said. "And you can't have any until after dinner Ichigo," she said sternly as her brother attempted to sneak past her and get to the freezer.
Pouting, the teen walked away, grumbling to himself. "Why would she say that when she knows chocolate is my favourite," he mumbled, dropping down heavily on the edge of the couch and picking up the remote. Yumichika sighed and stood behind him, opening the tube of Aloe Vera and starting to rub more into his burnt skin.
"You know, I won't be able to fix the window Ichigo," Isshin said, having finally got back to his feet and climbed back into the house.
"Huh? Why not?" the orange headed boy asked, not looking away from the television.
"I'm taking your sisters to the movies this afternoon."
"What? Why didn't you say anything earlier?" the teen growled, looking over at him.
"Slipped my mind?" Isshin offered, smiling widely. Ichigo threw his shoe at his face. "Besides, we're seeing something I'm sure you're not interested in seeing," he continued, blood dripping though his fingers that were clamped over his face.
"What is it?"
"Well, because the new movie is coming out soon, they're doing screenings of the Twilight movies and-."
"Enough! I'm not going."
"You were never invited," Karin said darkly from the doorway.
"And so we will be gone most of the afternoon and won't be back until dinner, and I know that you can fix a broken window, so I'll just leave it to you!" Isshin said quickly, ducking as a second shoe was thrown at him. "Come on girls, let's go!" he said, ushering his two daughters out of the room.
"But dad, you're bleeding!"
"Nothing an old shirt can't fix!"
"Don't worry about him Yuzu. Some blood loss might be good for him."
"But-."
"Onward! To the cinema!"
They heard the door shut and the house was suddenly quiet.
"Did that really just happen?" Yumichika asked quietly.
"Yeah, I think it did," Ichigo said slowly. "That bastard is making me fix the damn window!"
"Well you did break it," Yumichika said, moving to the kitchen and puting the rest of the groceries away.
"Not helping," Ichigo growled.
"Well if you want me to I will," Yumichika said.
"Nah, I've done it before. I only broke one pane of glass, and I know there are spares in one of the cupboards in the hall."
"Okay. I'll make some lunch."
Nodding, Ichigo disappeared down the hallway. When he was sure he was gone, Yumichika checked his pockets and rushed upstairs, yelling something about the bathroom. He dashed into the small tiled room and locked the door behind him. He then grabbed the Soul Candy dispenser out of his pocket and popped one of the pills into his mouth. A second later he was out of his gigai and brushing down his shihakshou.
"Stay here, and stay quiet," he said sternly to the gigai, which nodded and he opened the window, using his flashstep to get across town in a matter of seconds, stopping in front of a small candy shop in the middle of nowhere.
"My my, Mr Ayasegawa, I didn't expect to see you here," said a mocking voice from inside the store.
"Not now Urahara. I just came to buy something," he sighed, stepping into the cool shade inside the shop.
"Oh! And what can I do for you?" he said, stepping into view with his face hidden behind his fan.
"I want some chocolate. Normal chocolate," he added, seeing a large grim peeking out from behind the fan.
"You're no fun."
"No, I just don't want you poisoning Ichigo," Yumichika said and the man in green walked over to one of his displays and started looking through it.
"So, it's for Ichigo is it?" he asked, unable to hide the excited tone in his voice.
"Yes," Yumichika said flatly.
"Ah, it's been so long since I last saw him. He was so much fun to have around," Urahara said with a sigh, looking absently up at the ceiling.
"Can you hurry up and give me what I asked for?" Yumichika said angrily. He honestly didn't know how Renji had put up with living with the man.
"Of course, of course. I'm just an old man reminiscing about the old days," he said, waving the dark haired man off with his fan. "Here you go. Just chocolate, like you wanted."
Yumichika took the block from him and smiled, tossing him some money and flashstepping off as the man opened his mouth to speak again. The moment he was back in the bathroom he slipped back into his gigai, spitting the Soul Candy out into the sink. He then flushed the toilet, splashed some water on his face and dashed back down the stairs. Ichigo turned as he came in and he hid the chocolate behind his leg.
"What do you want to eat?" he asked, stepping into the kitchen and quickly hiding the chocolate behind the toaster.
"Uh...something spicy," he said, turning back to his task. He had already cleaned up the broken glass and was getting ready to lift the new pane into place.
"Well that's helpful," Yumichika said under his breath. Sighing, he began searching through the cupboards, hoping that he could find something simple to cook. Luckily he quickly came across a spicy noodle soup base that he could add things to. After quickly checking the fridge, he had everything he needed and started cooking.
By the time he had two bowls of soup on the table, Ichigo had finished putting the new glass in place and the window looked like nothing had ever happened.
"Man, I can't believe that Yuzu would buy chocolate ice cream and not let me have any. That's basically torture for me," Ichigo whined, dropping into his chair and picking up his spoon.
"Just eat and stop complaining," Yumichika said, waving him off as he started to eat.
"But you don't get it! Chocolate is my favourite and for Yuzu to not let me-."
"Look. I just might have some of my own, but if you don't eat, then you won't find out, okay? Good? Now eat," the Soul Reaper snapped, arching an elegant eyebrow. Ichigo stared at him for a moment before diving into his meal. Smirking, Yumichika did the same, although not at the same speed that the teenager did.
When both bowls were empty Yumichika stacked them together and carried them into the kitchen to clean them. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the eager look on Ichigo's face as he waited for him to finish. Smirking, he turned his attention to washing the dishes at a purposefully slow pace. He could hear Ichigo shuffling around behind him impatiently and his smirk grew wider. As he began drying the bowls he felt arms circle his waist and pull him against a strong chest.
"Yu~mi," Ichigo whined, rocking him from side to side and resting his chin on his shoulder. "You said that you might have something for me."
"Did I?" Yumichika asked, turning his head slightly and gazing at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I don't remember."
"You did. And you said it was chocolate," the teen said, kissing along his jaw up to his ear and nipping the lobe.
"Really?" he put down the bowl and turned in Ichigo's arms to face him.
"Yes."
"Well, I might just have to look for it," the dark haired man said, but didn't move away from the embrace.
"Please," Ichigo said, pouting.
Yumichika sighed exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "O~kay. Go stand at the door and don't you look!" he said threateningly, pushing Ichigo away and wagging his finger at the teen.
Smiling, Ichigo turned and walked to the door with his hands up in the air as though in surrender. He looked over his shoulder and Yumichika crossed his arms defiantly, glaring at the teen until he laughed and looked away. The dark haired man waited a few seconds then leaned across the counter and grabbed the chocolate from its hiding place. Hiding it behind his back he crept towards Ichigo and tapped him on the shoulder.
Ichigo turned with a large grin on his face and tried to grab the chocolate from Yumichika's hands when he saw it, but the dark haired man jumped back, waving the sweet in front of his boyfriend's face.
"Are you flirting?" Ichigo asked, raising an eyebrow as he attempted to snatch the chocolate out of the air again.
"Maybe..." Yumichika said in a low voice. "Do you like it?"
"I might," Ichigo said in a similar tone. "And I might be remembering what we were talking about yesterday."
"Oh?" the smaller man stepped forward, looking up at the teen in a way that made his hair fall over his face.
"And I might just want to go through with it," Ichigo whispered, pressing his lips against Yumichika's ear.
"Yeah...that sounds like fun," he said, his voice husky.
The younger man raised his hand to gently run his fingers through the fine black hair covering the others face, brushing it out of the way so he could see his whole face. Yumichika leaned into the touch, reaching up to cover Ichigo's hand with his own. The two leaned towards each other and their lips met gently, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Ichigo's other hand snaked around his waist and pulled him closer, while he blindly reached back and dropped the chocolate, now forgotten, on the counter.
Without breaking the kiss Ichigo pulled them out of the kitchen, stopping in the hallway as his partner pushed him against the wall. He turned his head sideways and opened his mouth, running his tongue along the taller youth's lips. His silent plea was answered when he was allowed access, and Ichigo moved his hands down to his hips, running his thumbs along his hips bones.
Ichigo groaned when delicate hands wound around his back, pulling him closer still and grinding their hips together. He slid his hands further back, gripping his backside and lifting him off the ground. Yumichika wrapped his legs around the teen's waist and gripped his shoulders tightly.
Breaking out of the kiss, Yumichika made a trail of wet kissed along the teens jaw and down his neck, stopping at the junction of his shoulder to bite at the hot skin in front of him. The teen groaned again and moved away from the wall, carrying the smaller man up the stairs and into his bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and strode across the room, carefully laying his lover on his bed and crawling on top of him, laying kisses across his collar while his hands reached blindly for the bottom of Yumichika's shirt.
When his fingers found what he was looking for he lifted his head so he could pull the shirt off and attacked the newly shown skin as soon as the fabric was gone. Yumichika gasped when he felt hot breath on his chest, followed instantly by even hotter lips that seemed determined to cover every inch if bare skin. He looked down at Ichigo and whined when he saw that he still had his shirt on. Frowning, he grabbed at his collar and tugged at it, forcing the teen to sit up and the shirt was wrenched from his body and tossed carelessly to the other side of the room.
Both men now shirtless, wet, open mouth kisses littered each other's faces as hands explored each other's body. When Ichigo's calloused fingers brushed against one of Yumichika's nipples he hissed, arching his back and involuntarily grinding their hips together, both noticing the others obvious arousal. They both moaned at the contact and hands instantly moved to fumble with each other's pants and try and pull them away.
Growling at unsuccessful attempts to remove his lover's pants the teen pulled away to look down and managed to tear the pants away, taking his boxers with them. Yumichika gasped as his erection was freed, rolling his head back, his eyes lidded and glazed with lust. Ichigo swallowed when he saw his partner's member. Although he really wanted to go through with this, actually seeing another man's arousal made his throat go dry. Nervously, he reached down to wrap a hand tentatively around the hot flash in front of him.
"Oh god...Ichigo..." Yumichika moaned, his own hands still weakly trying to get rid of Ichigo's pants.
"You're amazing, Yumichika...so beautiful," the teen breathed, using his free hand to help the dark haired man drag his pants away and free his own arousal. The moment he kicked his pants away he felt slender fingers grip his member. He groaned leaned down to kiss Yumichika hard.
He ran his other hand over the pale skin below him, sliding it down between his legs, searching between the crevice of his backside until he felt what he was looking for. He slowly pressed his finger down, but Yumichika gasped and pushed him away, breathing heavily and not looking at him. Ichigo felt his heart skip, thinking that he'd hurt him somehow or made him afraid of something.
"Yumichika, shit! Sorry! What did I do? I didn't mean to-." The dark haired man lifted a hand and covered his mouth. He took a few deep breaths, then looked up at the wide eyed, apologetic looking teen.
"You didn't do anything wrong Ichigo. It's just...you need to put something on your fingers before you do that...otherwise you'll hurt me,' he said breathily, moving his hand to stoke the teen's cheek. "In the top drawer...of your desk...I have some moisturizer you can use."
Nodding, Ichigo stepped off the bed and opened the drawer, instantly seeing what he was looking for. As he picked it up, he saw a box of condoms that his father must have put there while he wasn't in the room. Sighing he flicked the box open and grabbed one of them before returning to the bed. Yumichika reached up and tangled his fingers through the orange spikes, dragging him down and connecting their lips gently.
Ichigo crawled on top of him, running his empty hand across Yumichika's toned stomach, wiping away the thin layer of sweat on his skin. He dropped the rubber on the pillow next to the silky black hair and popped open the cap on the moisturizer, squirting some on his fingers and looking up at Yumichika nervously. The older man gave him a small smile and moved himself slightly further down the mattress, spreading his legs on either side of the teen and lifting his hips slightly.
"Just go slow, and everything will be fine," Yumichika said, his voice breathless, running both his hands across Ichigo's neck and shoulders. Truth be told, that was more of a reassurance for himself than his nervous partner. While he trusted Ichigo completely, he was still frightened to the core as he remembered his past experiences. He tensed slightly when he felt the first cold, slick finger probed at his entrance, and Ichigo leaned forward, planting soft kisses on his cheeks as he pushed the digit inside.
After a while of moving his finger in and out, he moved his kisses to his partner's neck and stayed there, nipping at the pale skin hard enough to leave a mark. Yumichika moaned, throwing his head back and grinding his hips down, pushing Ichigo's finger deeper inside him. The teen took this as an indication to go further and slid a second finger into his lover.
Another wonton moan escaped his lips at the feeling. This was so vastly different from every other time he had been with someone. Ichigo was so gentle, trying so hard not to hurt him. He loved it, with every fibre of his being. This was what it was supposed to feel like when two people had sex.
Ichigo spread his fingers as he slipped in a third finger. His entire body felt hot, his mind was hazy and he was having trouble focusing in anything but the beautiful man writhing underneath him. Even though he was flushed and sweaty, Ichigo could saw without a doubt that he was completely stunning.
"Is...is it okay now?" he breathed, resting his forehead on Yumichika's.
"Yes," Yumichika breathed, wrapping his arms around the teen's shoulders.
He let out a small gasp as the fingers were removed, missing the feeling slightly. Ichigo picked up the condom from where he'd put it earlier, tore it open and slowly rolled it down over his erection. Yumichika turned his head sideways, watching him with a curious, lustful expression on his face.
"So that's what it's for," he murmured, rolling his hips slightly as Ichigo lined himself up with his entrance.
"Ready?" Ichigo asked softly.
"Yeah...but go slow...just a bit at a time..." the older man said. Ichigo nodded, leaned forward and slowly eased his throbbing member into the tight heat below him.
Yumichika hissed at the initial feeling of being penetrated. It had been a while since he had done anything, but it wasn't as bad as usual. He supposed it was because of the lubricated condom the teen was wearing. At the sound of discomfort Ichigo froze, but the slender fingers pulling at his shoulders, encouraging him to continue made him press forward again. He stopped every few seconds, rolling his hips slightly to get his lover used to the feeling. It wasn't long before he was fully seated inside Yumichika, whose face showed slight discomfort.
"You okay?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. His breathing was laboured and heavy, his eyes lidded with a lusty haze. He felt amazing, better than he had ever felt before in his life.
"Yeah," Yumichika said, rolling his hips upwards, making the teen above him moan and shudder. "You can move now. But...slowly."
Nodding, Ichigo slowly pushed his hips forward, holding onto his lover's hips as he pulled put halfway, before pushing back in, a slight bit more forcefully. The other man moaned and wrapped his arms around the teen's shoulders, pulling him closer as he gradually began to move faster. When his prostate was brushed, he gasped loudly, arching his back and wrapping his legs around Ichigo's waist.
Smirking, the teen buried his face in the crook of his lover's neck, kissing and sucking at the sweaty, sweet flesh. Not wanting to be out done, Yumichika ground his hips upwards and tightened his legs, pulling him closer. Ichigo hit his pleasure spot again and he cried out, throwing his head back and digging his fingers into his muscular back. Ichigo growled, gritting his teeth when Yumichika tightened around him.
"God...Yumi...you're amazing..." he moaned, running his hands along Yumichika's hips, nuzzling his forehead under his chin.
"Ichigo...touch me...please..." Yumichika murmured, arching his spine and brushing his own aching arousal against his lover's muscular stomach. His plea was answered almost instantly by strong, calloused fingers wrapping around his length and stroking it in time with the thrusts.
It wasn't long before the room was filled with the sound wonton moans and pleasured cries as the two moved in time with each other, caressing and touching gently, sharing kisses and soft words every so often. Yumichika could feel the coil of pleasure pooling in his groin getting close to breaking. He reached up and grabbed Ichigo by the hair, pulling him down and kissing him, hard. Ichigo gave a particularly powerful thrust and the coil snapped.
A loud, wordless cry escaped him as he climaxed, throwing his head back against the pillow and releasing his essence over his stomach and Ichigo's hand. Feeling the walls around him tighten and he let himself go, groaning loudly. He continued rolling his hips lazily as he rode out his orgasm, pulling out completely and rolling to lie at Yumichika's side.
They lay together for a while, the silence of the room broken only by the sounds of heavy breaths. As he felt the pleasurable haze fade from his mind to be replaced with a sleepy one, Ichigo leaned back and grabbed a handful of tissues from his desk and used them to clean up his dozing partner. He rolled onto his back and tossed them into the bin. He then peeled the used condom off his now flaccid member, tied a knot in it and threw it into the bin as well.
Rolling back onto his side, he saw that Yumichika's breathing had evened out and that he was nor sleeping contently. A small smile flashing across his lips, Ichigo pulled the blanket out from underneath them and threw it over their bodies, wrapping an arm around Yumichika. At the new feeling of warmth the dark haired man nuzzled his face into the teen's chest, murmuring incoherently. Slipping his other arm under the lithe body against him, Ichigo pulled him close, kissed the top of his head and soon followed him into the world of slumber.