Ichigo watched as Urahara walked out of the bedroom. He felt his heart speed up a tiny bit as he watched the man walk away from him. "Pervert." Get out of here, Shiro. I mean it. "No. Make me." Sighing, Ichigo stood up and grabbed his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He did his best to concentrate on keeping his Hollow at bay, but Shiro was making it more and more difficult. He seriously thought he had a good handle on it. Standing up, he walked out of the bedroom and followed Urahara.

Coming up behind him in the kitchen, Urahara turned around and gave a startled gasp. "Ichigo? I thought you were going to wait in the bedroom?"

"I need to talk to you." Ichigo said. He saw fear pass through Urahara's eyes. "No, Kisuke, you don't have to be worried. This isn't a bad talk, I promise."

He watched the shop keeper take a deep breath. "A word to the wise, Ichigo. Do not open a conversation with 'I need to talk to you'. One is led to believe that something bad is going to secede that statement."

"Yeah, shithead." Shut up! He closed his eyes tightly again, trying to remain calm. "Ichigo? What is it? Is something the matter?" Urahara asked, approaching him.

Relaxing, Ichigo opened his eyes. "Kisuke, Shiro appeared last night."

"What?" Urahara asked, standing still. "Are you certain?"

Ichigo let out a bitter laugh. "No, Kisuke. I'm not certain. It's only the Hollow that lives inside of me."

"There's no need for your rudeness, Ichigo." Urahara spoke in a regarded tone.

Instantly shutting up, Ichigo nodded and looked down. "I'm sorry, Kisuke. I...I'm a bit on edge. After everything that we've talked about this morning, I just didn't feel the need to bring him up. I should have said something. I'm sorry. I don't mean to take this light-heartedly."

"Come with me," Urahara said. Ichigo watched as the pale blonde set the coffee pot back on the burner and watched him walk away. He followed and saw that they were heading out to the back porch. Urahara sat down on the edge of the porch and looked out towards the lake. Taking his cue, Ichigo sat down next to him. "Why are you bringing him up now, Ichigo, if you didn't feel the need to bring him up?"

Ichigo turned to look at him and saw that Urahara was staring off into the distance. Sighing, Ichigo watched Urahara. "He keeps talking to me," he spoke in a soft voice. "I'm trying to keep him out, I'm trying to concentrate and not allow him to get a hold of me, but I can't seem to control him. I think he's a bit upset that he wasn't invited to play last night." "Figured that out all by yourself, Ichigo?" Shut up! He groaned and pushed his palm against his temple.

"Ichigo," Urahara said. Ichigo looked over at him and saw grey eyes watching him. "You can control him. I know you can. Now, will you do me a favor?"

Nodding his head, Ichigo lowered his hand from his head. "Of course, Kisuke. What is it?"

"Let him come out. I want to talk to him." Urahara said.

Staring at him in shock, the orange-haired teen was at a loss for words. "Yes! Your fuck toy wants to talk to me!" Fuck off, Shiro. I'm not letting you take control. You can forget it. "You heard him! He said he wants to talk to me!" Ichigo groaned and raised his hand back up to his temple, only to be stopped by Urahara's hand. "Kisuke? Are you sure about this?" Ichigo felt lost. He didn't know why his lover would want to speak to him.

"Positive. I'm right here with you, Ichigo. If anything gets out of hand, well...it won't. Now, if you don't mind?" Urahara said, turning his body to face Ichigo.

Ichigo sighed. He hadn't given up control since before he went to study with the Vizoreds. I really don't want to do this..."Too fucking bad, Ichigo. He wants me. Sorry, buddy."

Urahara watched as Ichigo kept his eyes closed. Ichigo opened his eyes. Staring back at Urahara were yellow eyes with black scleras. There we go. "Thank you for coming out peacefully, Shiro."

Shiro leaned forward and began to press his body against Urahara's. "No problem, old man. You said you wanted to speak to me?" Shiro moved his head and tried to place his lips against Urahara's neck, but the ex-taichou was too quick for him. Groaning, Shiro turned back towards the lake where Urahara was now standing, about ten feet away from him. "What? Don't I get to play?"

"That is what I want to speak to you about," Urahara said from a safe distance. I don't trust myself to be too close to him right now. "Are you willing to listen to me?"

Shiro shrugged his shoulders. "I guess?"

"I would appreciate a more direct answer, please," Urahara said, staring into Shiro's yellow eyes.

"Fine. Yes. I am willing to listen to you, you dumb ass old man. Now, what the fuck do you want to say?"

"Someone has got a temper today, don't they?" Urahara knew he was probably pressing Shiro's buttons, but he did not like hearing his lover talk to him in that tone. Well, I mean, I do, but not under these circumstances.

"Of course I do!" Shiro glared at him. "Ichigo got to fuck with two beautiful men and I had to sit on the sidelines. How is that fair?"

Urahara let out a chuckle. "Oh, it isn't fair. But since when do you care about fair and unfair, Shiro?"

"Good point," Shiro said. "Now, can we please get on with this? Watching you stand there all naked is just making my dick ache."

Blushing brightly, Urahara wished that he had his fan on him. But, as the Hollow just pointed out, he was sans clothes at the current moment. "That will be enough, thank you." Urahara said, doing his best to take control of the situation. He made the mistake of looking down at Ichigo's lap and could see quite well that Shiro was ready and raring to go. "Please, control that body."

"Why?" Shiro grinned at him wickedly. "You know you love this body..." Shiro began to run his hands along Ichigo's body, dragging his nails across his nipples, causing Urahara to let out an inaudible moan.

Closing his eyes, the shop keeper sighed. "Are you going to listen to what I have to say? Or continue to try and seduce me? Because it is not working, Shiro."

"Baka! I can see your erection right now!" Shiro let out a high pitched laugh. Blushing profusely, Urahara dared not turn around for fear that the Hollow would shunpo to be behind him. Instead, he held his head high and continued to look at Shiro.

"I was going to make a proposal to you, Shiro." Urahara said, staring into his yellow eyes. "Are you interested in hearing what I have to say?"

Shiro tilted his head. "What's in it for me?"

"Well, if you listen to the proposal, then you'll find out." Urahara said. He walked back towards the porch, keeping his guard up, just in case something got out of his control.

The Hollow nodded. "Fine, old man. What is it?"

"What if I were to allow you some time to play?" Urahara said. "Would you accept that?"

"You gonna make me wait for a week?" Shiro began to stroke himself as Urahara walked closer to him. Urahara did his best to keep his eyes above Ichigo's waist for fear of becoming transfixed on the sight.

Urahara shook his head. "No, I will not make you wait a week. But you have a promise that if Ichigo wants to take part in it what I'd like to do, then you must allow him to come forward. Is that understood?"

"Hai," Shiro nodded, continuing to stroke himself. "Now, when's it gonna happen? I won't bug him as long as you let me know when you wanna do this."

Urahara nodded. "Tonight. After dinner. I will let Ichigo know. Oh, and Shiro?"

"What?" Yellow eyes stared at him. Urahara could hear his hand moving faster, making him groan inwardly.

"If I find out that you come out again and bother Ichigo, I will call the Visoreds here. I know that we are on holiday, but if he needs to train to keep you at bay, then I will do that." Urahara nodded. "Like I said, tonight. Now, if you don't mind? I'd like for Ichigo to come back out."

Shiro groaned as he stroked himself faster. "You ain't gonna let me release?"

"No," Urahara reached down and stopped Shiro from moving his hand any more. "Bring Ichigo back. Now."

"You're no fun," Shiro mumbled. Urahara watched as the yellow began to fade from Ichigo's eyes, making them turn back to his soft auburn color. Urahara let out a sigh of relief. "Kisuke?" Ichigo asked. The orange-haired teen looked down at his hand and blushed. "Why is my hand on myself like this?"

Urahara let out a soft chuckle. "Because your Hollow is a pervert, that's why. I told him he would have a chance to play tonight after dinner."

"What?" Ichigo felt his stomach drop. "Are you serious? Why would you give in to him like that?" "Because he knows he wants to fuck me just as bad as I want to fuck him again." Shut up! He dropped his hand off of his arousal and stared up at Urahara. "Please be honest with me, Kisuke."

The shop keeper nodded his head. "I told him that I would allow him to come out and play as long as he did not bother you any more."

"What? And he agreed?" Ichigo asked, clearly confused. "Are you serious?"

Urahara grinned and sat down next to him. "Of course I am serious, Ichigo. All he needs is a stern talking to. Plus, I said that if I find out he's bothering you, then I would not hesitate to call Hirako and the others here to help train you some more."

"You don't have to do that, Kisuke," Ichigo looked down at his lap. "I think I've got a good handle on him. It's just..."

Urahara placed a hand on Ichigo face, making the substitute shinigami to lean into his touch. "I know that, Ichigo. It's just that he was jealous of what happened last night and not being able to participate in any way. It's fine. Tonight, let him have control. If you feel you want to come forward, Shiro is to let that happen. And he knows that."

"Really?" Ichigo asked, flabbergasted. "He actually agreed to this?"

"Yes, Ichigo. Now, I want you to know that I was serious. If he doesn't behave, I will send a hell butterfly to Hirako and have him come here via my Senkaimon. You just need to be honest with me, okay?"

Ichigo nodded. "We both know that he came back in full force because of last night. So, if something happens again between the four of us," Ichigo blushed, "well, then there's a possibility he may come back then."

"I will make sure that tonight he knows not to do that. You do want them to come back over and visit us, yes?" Urahara asked, pulling Ichigo into his lap. Urahara began to leave a trail of kisses down Ichigo's neck.

Leaning his head back, Ichigo groaned softly. "I mean, I wouldn't mind if they came back over and we had some more fun. But it really isn't necessary, Kisuke. I love just being with you. You always make it fun, and it always feel so good with you." He reached up and held on to the back of Urahara's neck, making his lover stay against his neck. He groaned low as he heard the man moan at the gentle restraint.

"We'll play it by ear, yes?" Urahara said, Ichigo relaxing his grip to allow the man to continue to place kisses along his neck. "Just tell me if he comes back."

"Alright, Kisuke." Ichigo said. "Mmm...did you want to stay out here or did you want to head back inside?" He felt Urahara's grip tighten around his waist, pulling him closer to the shop keeper's body. "I guess...out here it is..." He leaned his head back as he felt Urahara's insicors begin to graze against his neck. "Kisuke..."

The pale blonde groaned against his neck. "I'm quite comfortable out here, Ichigo..." Urahara reached down and placed his hand around Ichigo's arousal, making the substitute shinigami release a long, drawn out moan. Urahara chuckled softly. "Does that mean you're equally as comfortable?"

Arching his back and pushing himself into Urahara's hand, Ichigo let out another drawn out moan. "Yes...Kisuke..." Ichigo leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Put your finger inside of me...Please..." He felt Urahara shudder at his request. Ichigo leaned forward, balancing himself against Urahara's chest, as he felt his lover's other hand begin to push against his entrance in a teasing manner. Ichigo groaned and rolled his hips, trying his best to push the finger he felt against him inside.

"Let me," Urahara said as he continued to grip Ichigo's arousal with his hand. Ichigo relaxed against him, reaching down to grip Urahara's arousal, so that he wasn't the only one receiving any sort of pleasure.

Crying out as Urahara's finger slipped inside of him, Ichigo groaned low as Urahara's other hand rubbed the tip of his arousal at the same time, creating a wondrous feeling inside of him. The substitute shinigami leaned his head back and began to push himself further down on Urahara's hand. The shop keeper grunted softly as Ichigo began to stroke him in time with his own movements on his arousal. Urahara added another finger inside of Ichigo, making Ichigo begin to lose focus on what he was trying to do for Urahara. His hand stilled as he just allowed his lover to invade his body, groaning low as he felt Urahara's hand begin to quicken his strokes on his arousal. Ichigo gripped Urahara tightly as he felt him brush against his sweet spot, letting out a deep moan. He began to stroke his lover, rocking his own body against Urahara's hands, wanting him to push against his spot again. As if his lover could read his mind, Urahara's fingers began to push against his prostate over and over, making Ichigo lose all thought and just allowed his body to feel. He moaned, pushing himself further down on Urahara's hand, bucking his hips into his other hand, chasing his orgasm that was close at hand. He stroked Urahara faster, bucking his hips wildly. He felt his lover release onto his hand, making him cry out as he let his own orgasm release, feeling Urahara's fingers push all the way inside of him as Ichigo rode out his orgasm.

Ichigo released his grip on Urahara's arousal and fell against the man's shoulder as he felt the shop keeper pull his fingers out of him. "Fuck, Kisuke..." Ichigo groaned low at the loss of being filled. He heard the shop keeper chuckle low and sighed softly as he felt Urahara pull his hand off of his own arousal.

"That good, huh?" Urahara said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Sorry, I got kind of carried away there," Urahara wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist. The orange-haired teen rested against the man's shoulder, trying to recover his breath.

"Don't...be...sorry..." Ichigo said. He closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling his body relax back into a normal state. He pulled back and sat on Urahara's thighs and grinned. "Really. I love you, Kisuke. I love that you can make me feel the way I feel."

Urahara cheeks became a bit rosy. "Likewise, Ichigo." Ichigo slid off of his lap and stood up on the porch. "Did you want to go back inside now?"

"If you'd like? Or I can go grab our coffee and we can sit out here?" Ichigo said, stretching his body out.

"That sounds like a lovely idea. You don't mind?" Urahara asked.

"Baka, of course not." Ichigo grinned. He leaned down and kissed Urahara softly on the lips. "Let me go get our coffee. I'll be right back, okay?" He headed back into the house and walked into the kitchen.

Grabbing their cups, he dumped the old coffee and poured two fresh cups. He walked back outside and saw that Urahara had removed himself off the floor of the porch and onto one of the deck chairs that were back there. Ichigo handed him his coffee and sat down on the chair next to his, giving him a smile.

"I didn't put anything in it," Ichigo said in a sheepish voice. "I forgot how you take your coffee."

"Black," Urahara smiled as he sipped his coffee. Ichigo smiled. "So, what did you feel like doing today?"

Ichigo shrugged and sipped his own black coffee. "It doesn't matter to me. Maybe we could go riding? Assuming that your horse will be nice to me?"

"I think that sounds like a good idea," Urahara said after he finished chuckling at Ichigo's statement. "And I'm sure he will let you. You seemed to do pretty well, once you figured out how to ride."

Blushing, Ichigo nodded. "If you say so, Kisuke."

"I do. Now, how about we just relax for a little bit?" Urahara placed a hand on Ichigo's arm. The orange-haired teen turned to look at him and smiled.

"I think that sounds like a great idea." Ichigo continued to sip his coffee and just felt a sense of calm wash over his body, as his lover held on to his arm. The two sat together, watching all and nothing at the same time.

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A/N: Well, goodness. What does Kisuke have planned for Shiro? Guess we'll find out soon! Thanks for reading! ^_^