I think I got the plot/story down. May happen faster now. (??) It should end soon enough. =P
Corrupted Love 10
Later that night Urahara was working on a small formula for a new soul candy in his drafty make-shit lab. Yawning Kisuke looked to the clock to realize he had gone on another six hours without stop after Ichigo had eaten. He was reminded of not eating himself and vaguely thought of what to do. Kisuke set a clear, glass tube with about an inch of some blue substance down with metal tongs into a wooden block with three holes on the top, hollowed out for three tubes, two of the holes still empty. With his hands free he stretched them high over his head, pulling his muscles taught with the motion. He slowly lowered his newly stretched arms and turned to tell Kurosaki that they could go and get something to eat and have some tea.
Only, Ichigo was fast asleep where he was at the low table over by the entrance. Urahara smiled at the innocent act of falling asleep while sitting on a large cushion with the side of his head laid out on the table. Kisuke shook his head slightly as he got up from his stool and walked over to the youth. He squatted to Ichigo's level and inspected the orange-haired boy's face with his soft, dark dusty-blue eyes. He brought his right hand up and as softly as possible ran his fingers over the very tips of the youth's hair, testing the softness of the strands. As he brushed them the odd feeling made Ichigo flutter his weary eyes open to see what the annoyance was. To his amusement it was the one he had recently been finding to be less and less as an annoyance. Irony played in the boy's mind as he locked eyes with Kisuke and the two smiled at one another softly.
"Sorry." Ichigo frowned slightly at the blonde's words.
"For what?"
"Keeping you in here and boring you until you passed out. It's not healthy much, I should now." Kisuke smiled his mischievous smile. Ichigo sat up and Kisuke let his hand which previously felt the soft hairs retreat to his side. Ichigo smiled back, albeit a slightly awkward one, and then leaned forward to ghost his curious lips over the older man's. Urahara did not allow himself to move, only his eyes which widened disobeyed. Ichigo's eyes looked back and forth in the deep, dusty-blue eyes that looked into his own. Knowing, calculating, solving, doing everything in a few soft flutters back and forth.
Ichigo's eyes closed as he leaned that extra bit in and pressed his lips to Kisuke's. This was the second kiss they have shared and it was as heart-racing as the first one. Only this time Urahara leaned right back, pressing his lips deeper into Ichigo's lips. Kisuke let Ichigo slowly take over, experienced or not. Kisuke wanted to help, not destroy. Ichigo let his tongue slip just enough that he wetted the middle of Kisuke's lips, not knowing how to properly ask what his body wanted. Mentally Urahara smirked at the youth's innocence before the reminder of the rape pecked at his thoughts and rudely reminded him that the boy was no longer a virgin technically. Kisuke parted his lips and leaned just a bit more hoping the teen would understand. But before he could find out he and Ichigo were both being pulled apart by hands at their collars.
"I leave my son in your care and you teach him to make-out!!?"