Title: Because I Love You

Rating: R

Warnings: Drunk Ichigo, and perverted mr. pervert Ishida.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry you all, I do not own BLEACH.

Author Note: Bonjour everyone, how's it going?

Quickly let me make a shout out or what have you to "The Kresnik" I had to make a shout out on this chapter to you because…I'll explain.

Uhm…I was about to publish my chapter when your review had popped up and I read it…and my friend I deleted the chapter I was about to publish and rewrote it and you made me more confident in where I'm going in this course of the story. All I want to say is thanks a lot and the power of reviewers is overwhelming you guys. So to those of you who review and read thank you so much hugs and kisses to you all.

Enjoy.

Summery: Kurosaki Ichigo age 25. Ishida Uryuu age 26. Both living together and engaged to be married. But things for them won't be so easy, they'll have to fight their way through ridicule, near fatal accidents and…Ishida's dad?

Chapter 10: Genuine Disgust

The days of the week had flown by and the weekend had finally came. Uryuu had done a good job of avoiding Ichigo since they both worked all day, and at night he'd sleep on the couch. But alas the weekend had came and he had to find a new plan to avoid him.

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A loud thud to the floor in another room woke Ichigo up instantly and he threw back the sheets and blanket and jumped out of bed thinking a burglar had broken in, arriving in the living room he found otherwise.

Ishida had fallen off of the couch and was now rubbing his head trying to sooth the pain. "Are you alright?" the shinigami man raised an eyebrow looking at the Quincy awkwardly. "I'm fine, I just had a weird dream" he mumbled making sure not to make too much eye contact with him. The ginger smirked and pointed at down to his pants. "Looks like you enjoyed it, pervert" he chuckled a bit then went to brush his teeth. Uryuu looked down at himself and a deep blush came across his face. "Shit!" he yelled and ran passed Ichigo to the bathroom and he quickly took off his soiled clothes and went straight into the shower. He hated himself at the moment. He was embarrassed and he wanted to curl up into a corner and die. He hadn't had a wet dream since he was 18 years old, he hated his body for reacting the way it did to a stupid, random dream. As he was in the shower, the red head helped himself to his own toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed his teeth thoroughly. He then washed his face afterward.

Glancing over at the steaming shower he debated if he should get in or not. It didn't take long to decide because after a second he had already began to pull off his pajamas and he put one foot after another while entering the steam filled shower. Uryuu had his back turned and was taken away elsewhere by his thoughts to notice another occupant in the somewhat large shower. He flinched when someone from behind had reached for the liquid soap. "Whoa, calm down. I just want the soap" Ichigo laughed and slipped it right out of the absent minded man's hands. "Too…close", Uryuu thought. "I'll wash your back for you" the red head took a small bit of liquid soap and began to rub slowly down the already frustrated man. His hands ran up between his shoulder blades and across his shoulders, then back down to his lower back.

Resting his hands around his hips he pressed his body closer and kissed the nape of his neck then planted his chin on his shoulder. This obviously was getting too much for the raven haired man's comfort and he squirmed trying to bridge a gap but Ichigo just kept pressing more against him. "What's wrong?" Ichigo asked his breath was cool against the Quincy ear compared to the extreme heat of the shower.

"Stop touching me" his voice barely above a whisper. "O-okay" the man took his hands off of the paler skin and take a step back. "Thank the lord he listens sometimes", Uryuu sighed. He was thankful that Ichigo wasn't as big as a horn dog as he was. Ishida washed his body, rinsed and left the steamy shower without another word, as Ichigo looked on in silence.

Ishida figured as long as he stayed reclusive and far away from Ichigo he might be fine, but nothing was stopping Ichigo from coming to him. He went on the balcony to get a little fresh air and clothes the sliding glass door behind him. If he smoked, now would be a good time to light one up. The cool breeze felt nice against his skin. He felt so hot anyway. He sat down and decided that he wanted to stay outside for a while.

A few hours flew by the scent of dinner faintly floated in the air. Washing his hands and drying them on his apron Ichigo walked to the glass sliding door and saw Ishida was sitting outside. "I wonder if…he's depressed or something" he thought and he had an idea.

Ishida had decided that it was about time he headed inside and stopped short in his tracks and looked down at the ground to see a basket of his old sewing things. He picked up the basket and looked through the glass door at the empty living room. He knew that Ichigo had put them there. The last thing he wanted to do is have Ichigo think that he was mad at him, he wasn't. He just wanted to avoid him for a little while.

He picked up the knitting needles and started on making a sweater for Ichigo.

A couple more hours later Ichigo knocked on the glass door smiling. Uryuu looked up from his half knitted garment seeing a gorgeous smiling red head. "Dinner's ready" Ichigo's voice was very low since the thick glass door blocked out most of the sound but Uryuu could smell. He placed the undone sweated in the basket carefully with his knitting needles still in place and left it there outside.

"I smell curry" Uryuu sniffed. The shinigami nodded as he took off his apron and threw it on the kitchen chair. "I called Yuzu and asked her for the recipe, I wanted us to eat a little traditional tonight" he smiled.

Uryuu pulled back the chair for the ginger to sit in. Before he sat Ichigo hand graced the other's cheek and he locked eyes with him. "I'm sorry if I pissed you off or anything" he said. Uryuu seeing as his avoiding and acting cold routine was thrown out the window smiled back. "You don't have to apologize" he placed his pale hand on top of Ichigo's tanned one for emphasis. "So…" A light pink blushed slowly appeared on his cheeks. He leaned closer into the Quincy's face slipping the spectacles off his face and place them on the kitchen counter. He brushed passed his lips lightly before pressing against them. Pressing his body closer, Ichigo couldn't resist, he couldn't help himself. Uryuu was enjoying the sudden attention he was getting but it had come at the wrong time, as they were kissing his erection was growing as his will power in turn began shrinking. "Shit, what do I do?" he tried thinking but it was getting a tad difficult for him to do even that. He pried Ichigo's mouth open and slipped his tongue inside earning a small moan from the other. It was warm, wet and a bit sweet. His tongue tasted everything, and it sent a tingle down the Quincy's spine when he felt fingers running through his hair as they kissed. Ichigo clamped down on the archer's bottom lips sucking it slightly then returned to the intense lip lock. Both of their minds were muddled and they could barely talk, so much so that they didn't hear the door bell ring which was a few feet away from them.

Uryuu had hoisted Ichigo onto the kitchen counter while still kissing him.

Arms wrapped around his neck Ichigo. "Ahem…" the one who was ringing the doorbell had invited themselves in. Ichigo let out a rather out of character high pitched squeak when Uryuu's cold hand slipped underneath. "Yo!" the intruder yelled. Ichigo pushed Uryuu back causing the Quincy to fall backwards. They both panted. "Jeez, what were you two doing, dry humping each other to death? What's cooking?"

Ishida slowly turned his head and glared at the man who had rudely invited themselves in.

"Abarai…Renji…" Ishida actually was relieved at the interruption because kissing the shinigami any longer and he probably would of completely lost it and taken him in the kitchen. "How the hell did you get in here?!" Ichigo yelled hopping off the counter. "I found a key under the door mate" he said and handed it to Ichigo. "This key is for us, not you!" the younger shinigami snatched the key back from Renji.

"How nice of you to visit" Renji smirked quite used to Ishida's sharp sarcasm. "I smell something good mind if I join you?" he asked. The ginger shrugged and put three plates on the kitchen table with curry and rice on them. A salad and some empty glasses accompanied the plates.

"So what's up?" Ichigo after they all sat down and had began eating. Stuffing his face to fast Renji almost choked and almost spit his food back out on the plate. The archer jeered and scooted his chair further away from the crimson haired shinigami. "N-nothing much" he murmured after swallowing his food properly.

Dinner was somewhat quiet for Uryuu he had said nothing as the two conversed together.

"Hey, do you want to go out for drinks?" Ichigo asked Renji after they finished dinner.

"Sure, sounds good to me" he replied. "Want to come with us Uryuu?" The Quincy shook his head and gave Ichigo a small smile. "You two have fun".

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Later that night Ishida went back outside to the balcony to finish his mini project. The week was almost over. A couple of more days left and he'd be set.

Meanwhile Ichigo and Renji were taking shots, laughing and talking at a local dance club.

"Ishida was right!" Renji yelled. "Haha, what?" Ichigo was a bit buzzed. " ISHIDA WAS RIGHT!"

"About what?" he leaned in closer to his friend so he could hear better. The club was so noisy.

Renji took another shot along with Ichigo. "Byakuya…he doesn't want me" His faced was flushed and he leaned back in the seat they were sitting in. "He just wants to fuck me". "What? N-no he doesn't!" Ichigo smacked him on the back and he went flying face first to the ground. "Hey…watch it you drunk idiot!" he rubbed his chin. "I'm not drunk, you are!" Ichigo slurred. He was more then buzzed now.

"I think…he's not ready to administer it yet", Ichigo laughed. Renji took the drink from Ichigo's hand. He knew Ichigo had enough when he could differentiate between 'admit' and 'administer'. But he appreciated him putting his two cents in anyway. Maybe that was true.

"Hey! I was about drink…drink that!" he reached for the alcoholic beverage. "You've had enough. I'm taking you back home" Renji said and drunk the drink himself. Ichigo was way younger than him and Renji was practically immune to alcohol living for the hundreds of years he has.

Renji picked Ichigo up and carried him on his back, pushing through drunken teenagers and young adults on the way out the door.

Reaching the house Renji dropped Ichigo to his feet. "Do you think you can walk yourself inside?" he asked. Ichigo nodded twenty times. "I..I say thanks" he patted the older shinigami shoulder. "Okay, goodnight" he smiled and opened the door for Ichigo. "Don't drink so much next time". Ichigo waved his hand lazily as the door was closed behind him.

Ishida was out knitting on the balcony the finishing touch of the sweater when he heard Ichigo and Renji talking outside. He heard the door close and he sighed to himself. The last think he needed was Ichigo to be wasted.

The glass door slammed open and out came Ichigo. "Didn't you hear me?" he asked a bit dizzy from standing up. "No, sorry" Ishida placed the sweater back in the basket along with the knitting utensils and gently pushed Ichigo inside while shutting the glass door behind him. "Did you have fun?" his voice was low. "Yea, I…I think I lost my key or something…I'm stupid" It seemed that each slurred word that came out of Ichigo's mouth was completely random. Going with it Uryuu nodded his head and pretended to be concerned. "We'll find them tomorrow okay?" he pushed Ichigo toward the bedroom area. "You're drunk so I'm putting you to bed". Big mistake. Ichigo slapped him away and looked at him angrily. "I am not drunk!". Ishida forgot that Ichigo hated it when told he was drunk, even though it's true. He pointed his finger in the taller man's face. "I don't appreciate you discouraging me all over the time!!" Ishida chuckled a little and put his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. Yes, Ichigo was shit faced. "I'm sorry, do you want to go to bed?" he asked. "I'm not tired," Ichigo mumbled his face reddened from the alcohol. "I'm going to lie you down on the couch," he pushed the shinigami with one hand onto the couch and Ichigo went down with a thump on the soft cushioned couch. "Go to sleep, I'll be in the room".

Ichigo flailed his arms and legs. "No, no, no, I'm not tired!" Uryuu looked back at him and pushed his glasses further back on his face. "Shut up, Kurosaki and get some sleep!" he yelled.

Ichigo sat up in the couch, took off his shirt and attempted to throw it at the Quincy but the t-shirt dropped limply down to the floor. "Stupid four-eyes!" Ishida rolled his eyes and went to the bedroom to prepare for a shower second time. This time it wasn't a cold one, it was a nice hot shower that soaked his body in pure relaxation.

Drying his hair he stepped out the bathroom after an hour of showering and heard Ichigo moaning.

"The alcohol's finally gotten to him" Uryuu thought. He dried himself off quickly and put on some black boxers, then headed to the kitchen filled a glass up with water and got a couple of aspirin. It wasn't anything new, Ichigo got drunk all the time and he would always be there to hand him the temporary fix. A couple of aspirin and a glass of water. "Kuro-" he walked into the living room the glass of water he was holding fell onto the carpeted floor, the aspirin crumbled under the crushing weight of the other hand.

Before him he had witnessed something that he had never seen before. Something so shocking that his eyes failed him at the moment when he tried to look away. He thought he had his impulses under control, he thought it was smooth sailing but right now he was dead wrong. The red head wasn't moaning from pain, discomfort or hurt. He was moaning from his own pleasures. He trembled slightly when he felt close to peak and he soon milky white liquid spilled out all over his stomach and his arms fell weakly to the side, his whole naked body exposed to the air. Panting, a small smirk of satisfaction gracing his features.

"…fuck…I-I want to fuck him so badly…" Uryuu had reached down and felt his aching erection. His body all of a sudden felt hot and he felt like he was being stuffed with boiling hot molten lava, it felt that hot.

It took all his self control to leave that living room and run to the bedroom and that's what he did. Run to the bedroom and slam the door. Sliding down to the floor, his breath hitching with anticipation as he imagined the shinigami pleasuring himself, images of him rocking his hips back and fourth into his working hand. It was unbearable, he stroked his engorged member slow at first as images of Ichigo popped up one by one like pictures and soon it played out like a pornographic movie in his mind and he too felt the hot milky liquid spill out in his hands and he just sat there. No content sigh came out, nothing. His body craved more than this, it wasn't satisfying enough for him. "It's…it's not enough…" He looked at his semen soaked hand as if it were a foreign object and he suddenly felt disgusted in himself. Here he was indulging in one of the worst sins of all. Lust, he loved it. He breathed, drank and slept in it. Every night he would go to bed with it on his mind. He had sometimes been ashamed of himself at how much he felt that he needed sex. He even thought that he might even die without it. He laughed a jeering kind of laugh at himself. Standing up he slowly opened the door with his other hand and went to the bathroom to wash away the filth, and then he went to the living room to take the glass cup off the rug. "I don't know if I could go on living with you like this, Ichigo" he said not particularly wanting a response from the sleeping ginger.

He took one last look of a sleeping Ichigo and decided to leave him be, and let him die of gross embarrassment when he awoke.

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"What the hell?!" Ichigo fell off the couch hysterical. "W-wh-why is there cum all over me!!".

Ishida shuffled into the living room scratching his head and he yawned sleepily. "Why are you so noisy this early in the morning?" he mumbled looking at a naked, flustered red head. "I'm…going back to-"

"Wait!!" Ichigo looked at him as if the world was going to end tomorrow. "What…what happened last night?" he asked. Ishida chuckled a but then turned to look him in the face seriously. "Are you kidding me right now?" he replied to his question with another question of his own. Ichigo shook his head. "You don't remember do you?" More confused shaking of the head and his eyes looked like he was afraid of the answer. "You came home drunk, and I left you on the couch" the archer explained. "Next think I know you're in here jacking off," Ishida failed to mention he too couldn't resist in doing the act himself. Even though it did nothing for him. "R-really?" the man on the couch looked like he wanted to cry, he couldn't believe himself. "…I'm going to take a shower, now" he was so embarrassed that he couldn't even look up at a grinning Uryuu.

The shower was a pretty popular place to be these days.

Tsuara: Oh my goodness gracious. Men will be men, right? Naw, just kidding. Uryuu's just has a freakishly large libido…anyway what's up with a randomly small Renji appearance? He's coming back don't worry…So like I always say, hope you enjoyed it. Thanks a lot and leave some insightful reviews, not just on mine but on any other fics you read because you never know you may just help someone out with their story!