The three of them walked into Urahara's house and both Ichigo and Yoruichi sat down. "Yoruichi, did you want something to drink?" Urahara offered her, not sitting down to play proper host.

She shook her head. "No, I'm fine for now, Kisuke. Please, sit down. You both should hear this."

Urahara nodded and sat down next to Ichigo, patting his knee. Auburn eyes looked at him, seeming lost. "Stop panicking, Ichigo. No need to panic until she tells us."

"There's no reason to panic." Yoruichi sat back on the couch and grinned at Ichigo.

"Then why are you here?" Ichigo's temper was threatening to give way. "You knew he wanted to take me away. Why are you here?"

"Now, now, Ichigo. Just relax, please?" Urahara asked him, squeezing his knee gently. He looked at Yoruichi. "So, to what do we owe this pleasure?"

"More like pain," Ichigo said under his breath.

Yoruichi laughed. "Sorry, Ichigo. Well, do you want the bad news or the okay news first?"

"Okay news, please." Urahara said. "And please, just get to the point, my dear. I don't need Ichigo blowing his cool at you unintentionally."

Nodding, she grinned. "No one is dead. That's your okay news."

"Oh, well, joy." Ichigo said in a dark tone. "So what's the bad news?"

"They know you're not there."

Ichigo and Urahara looked at each other, then looked at Yoruichi. "What? How?" Urahara asked. "What do you mean, they know I'm not there?" Ichigo asked at the same time as Urahara had spoken.

"One at a time!" Yoruichi held up her hand. "Ichigo. They know you're not there because of what happened last night. And Kisuke, what I just said. Because of what happened last night." She sat back against the couch and crossed her legs, putting them underneath her.

"Please explain, onna." Urahara said in an equally dark tone. "How could this happen?"

Yoruichi grinned. "Onna, huh? Since when was the last time you called me that? Sheesh. Some Hollows attacked the area and Kon went out. For some reason, one of the side effects from being hit by a particular Hollow made it so Kon essentially popped out of Ichigo's body, falling lifeless to the floor."

Ichigo stared at her. "You're joking."

"I'm afraid not, Ichigo." Yoruichi said. "You're lucky it was just Orihime, Ishida and Sado that were around when it happened. Had it been Rukia and Renji, you can bet they would be here faster than you can say 'Getsuga Tensho'."

Taking a deep breath, Ichigo nodded. "Then it's not so bad." He knew that if those three knew he wasn't around, they wouldn't give him as much crap as the other two.

"Not so fast," Yoruichi said. "We still can't seem to locate Kon."

Urahara looked at her. "What do you mean? You mean he's still rolling around somewhere in his ball form?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's not very good," Urahara placed his elbow on his knee and placed his hand in his palm. "I hope that Tessai and the others are actively searching for him?"

Yoruichi nodded. "They are. But, there's the issue of Ichigo's body."

"Don't tell me I'm lost," Ichigo groaned. "Am I?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean by that?" Ichigo stared at her.

When she didn't answer, Urahara looked at her. "Onna, what did I say?"

"Alright, Kisuke. Knock it off with that crap already." Yoruichi glared at him. "We know where your body is. But it's almost impossible to get to it."

Ichigo continued staring at her. "What does that mean? Stop making us have to guess what the heck is going on." He could feel his anger begin to boil and he was doing his best to remain calm, only for Urahara's sake. As much as he loved the frisky kitty, he was close to making her lose one of her nine lives if she didn't start talking. Deep breaths. Stop letting him control your anger. "Awww...you're no fun, Ichi." Shut up.

"Your body is with your father."

"Oh no." Urahara shook his head. "You can't be serious."

"He thinks I'm dead, doesn't he? Oh no..." Ichigo got up from the couch and began to pace. "How am I supposed to get back in my body when he may bury me?"

Urahara coughed into his hand. "Ichigo, why don't you sit back down? You're making me sea sick with all of your pacing."

"I can't sit, Kisuke. If my father thinks I'm dead, then what the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like he knows that I'm a shinigami."

Yoruichi looked at Urahara. "Well, no time like the present, eh, Kisuke?"

"Shut up, onna." Urahara groaned, placing his head in his hands. He cried out when he felt her flick his ear. "What was that for?"

"I told you, stop calling me that." Yoruichi sat back down on the couch, folding her legs underneath her.

"Kisuke. What is it?" Ichigo said. "What are you hiding from me?"

There's that pesky word again, Urahara couldn't help but think to himself. "Not hiding, Ichigo. Just not informing you?"

Feeling his Hollow threatening to come out, Ichigo took a deep breath. He looked into Urahara's grey eyes. "Tell me now, Kisuke."

Urahara looked into his eyes and saw them flash yellow for a second, causing him to tell him quickly. "Yourfatherisashinigamiaswell." He didn't want his Hollow to come out in anger at him. "Yoruichi. Are you done here? I really don't want you around right at this moment."

Getting up from the couch, Yoruichi nodded. "You two have fun the rest of the weekend. Don't worry. He thinks you're out on an assignment of some sort. I'll keep him calm. We'll see you guys tomorrow?" Yoruichi shunpo'd out of the living room, making it eerily quiet. Urahara watched Ichigo as he continued to stare blankly at him.

"Ichigo?" Urahara asked, not quite sure what sort of mind frame Ichigo was in.

"What did you just say? And this time, please speak slower." Ichigo asked him in a very quiet tone. Ichigo thought he had heard what he had said, but it wasn't making any sense to him.

Urahara nodded and took a deep breath. "Your father knows what you are."

"How?" Ichigo asked in a soft tone. Urahara took that as a good sign.

"Because he's a shinigami himself."

"You're lying." Ichigo said in a quiet tone. "That's a lie."

"Unfortunately, it's not. He is. In fact, he and I were very close friends here in Soul Society." Urahara sighed.

"You...you two weren't lovers, were you?" Ichigo choked out.

"What? No. That's absurd. Ichigo, no. He was just my friend and colleague."

Taking a deep breath, Ichigo nodded. "Okay, that I can handle. If the two of you had been lovers? As much as I love you, I just don't think I'd been able to handle our relationship anymore after that."

"You're not mad, are you?" Urahara asked him. He got up and walked over to where Ichigo was standing. He sighed as the teen stepped away from him.

"You lied to me. Again." Ichigo said. "Kisuke, how am I supposed to trust you when you keep hiding things from me? Hiding things that I think I have a right to know about?"

"Ichigo, the only reason I'm telling you about your father right now is because he has your body. If he didn't have your body, I wouldn't have had to say anything!" Shit. Shouldn't have said that.

Glowering at him, Ichigo stormed out of the room, not bothering to say a word. Urahara began to walk after him. "Do NOT follow me right now, Kisuke." Ichigo growled out and headed to the master bedroom, shutting the door in his face.

Sighing, Urahara sank to the floor. Maybe this wasn't the wisest idea to keep that secret from him. But, Isshin asked me not to tell him. He wanted to tell him himself. But since the man has his body, that made it pretty much impossible for me to respect that wish of his. Oh, Kami. If he finds out about our relationship? Can I hide that from him? Why not, I've hid everything else from him. But Ichigo...He deserves a real relationship. Stupid petite shinigami. I must make her see that our relationship isn't as bad as she thinks it is. He leaned his head against the bedroom door and just sat there.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed. He hadn't bothered to get up and move around. He stayed by the door, determined to not shy away from his lover. He knew that he had screwed up. He shouldn't have said that he was never going to tell him. But, sometimes his mouth liked to work a bit faster than his brain did. He sighed once more and leaned his head back against the door. Two seconds later, he fell backwards, hitting the floor as the door opened.

"We need to talk," Ichigo said, looking down at him. "Get up and get in here."

Staring up at him, Urahara nodded. He stood up and walked into the bedroom, seeing Ichigo sitting on the bed. He took a seat on the couch that was up against the wall, facing the bed. He looked at Ichigo and felt his heart flutter, his nerves on fire.

"Kisuke," Ichigo said in a low tone. "I'm only going to ask this one more time. Is there anything else you are keeping from me?"

Before answering, Urahara took a moment to think. Visored, check. Father a shinigami, check. He honestly could not think of anything else that he may or may not be hiding from him. He shook his head slowly.

"I mean it, Kisuke. Is there anything else? I'm sick of this shit. I'm sick of your lies. I'm sick of you not willing to give me the truth that I deserve to know. How do you expect me to tell you that I love you when I don't even know if you're being honest when you say it back to me? What if you're just saying it because that's what you think I want to hear? Do you hear me, Kisuke?" Ichigo began to raise his voice. "I can't handle that! This is my first relationship. What kind of relationship is this if I'm filled with doubt?"

"Ichigo, I never lie about my feelings for you. And quite honestly, I don't lie to you. I just don't tell you everything. There's a difference," he spoke quietly.

"Then fucking tell me everything, Kisuke! I want to know! I don't care if you think you're protecting me. We've been through this before. You're only making me hurt when you do this. Stop!" Ichigo yelled at him. "Is there anything else you're not telling me?"

Urahara sighed. "Not that I'm aware of. But remember, I'm an old man. If I have forgotten something, please remember I told you this. I can't think of anything else that I've neglected to tell you. This is it." He looked at Ichigo and saw him pacing around the room again. "Ichigo, please believe me. There isn't anything else."

"How can I, Kisuke?" Ichigo looked at him. Urahara felt his heart pang at the sadness he saw in his eyes. Sadness I've caused. "I want to believe you. I really do. But you said the same thing the last time. How can I be sure that this time you're telling me the truth?"

"That's where the trust comes in," Urahara spoke quietly. "I understand if you feel that you can't trust me anymore. I honestly was going to tell you about Isshin, but there never seemed to be an opportune time."

"Opportune time? You've got to be joking, Kisuke." Ichigo sat on the bed, staring at him.

Leaning forward on the couch, Urahara shook his head. "I'm afraid not. What would I have said? 'Hey, Ichigo. You know you're dad? He's like you. Did you enjoy that blowjob I just gave you?' Honestly, Ichigo. There was never a time when I could have brought it up."

"If this hadn't come up, then when would you have told me?" Ichigo asked softly. "I deserve that answer, Kisuke."

He took a deep breath. "I can't say. I don't know." He watched as a tear fell from Ichigo's eye. "I'm sorry if I've hurt you, Ichigo. I didn't mean to."

"You never do," Ichigo said in a broken voice. "Damn it, Kisuke. I love you so much that it hurts. And then this sort of shit happens and I begin to question myself. What am I supposed to do?"

Urahara got up from the couch and walked over to Ichigo. He kneeled down and looked up at Ichigo. "You're supposed to get angry with me, and then we're supposed to have make up sex, and then all will be right with the world once more." He batted his eyelashes at him.

"Gah, Kisuke," Ichigo groaned, chuckling a tiny bit. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" He continued to bat his eyelashes.

"That. Your eyes. Stop it. Stop being so girly." Ichigo groaned, leaning back against the bed. Urahara got up off of his knees and slid up Ichigo's body.

"Ah, but I got you to stop being so sour, didn't I?" Urahara looked down at Ichigo. He smiled when he felt Ichigo place his arms around his back. He leaned down and kissed his neck softly.

Moaning, Ichigo pulled him closer to his body. "What was that about make up sex?" Ichigo asked him in a gravelly voice. He moaned once more as he felt Urahara's teeth against his neck, biting him softly. "Mmm...that feels nice."

"After every silly fight, one must make it up to his or her lover in a way that pleases them." Urahara began to kiss his way down Ichigo's body.

"Kisuke..." Ichigo moaned as he continued to kiss his body. "I'm...I'm not clean..." He did his best to not grip on to his pale blonde hair.

Urahara chuckled. "Oh, Ichigo. You're so...innocent." He began to pull down Ichigo's pants, and smiling at the sight before him. "You are so gorgeous, Ichigo...I don't think I tell you that enough."

Ichigo felt himself beginning to blush. "You don't have to tell me that, Kisuke. It doesn't matter to me." He moaned as he felt the man begin to tease his entrance. "Kami...that's nice..."

Continuing to move his finger in and out of him, Urahara smiled. "Just relax. Let me make up my stupidity to you..." He added another finger and began to scissor them, doing his best to stretch Ichigo enough to be able to take him inside of him. He reached for the lube on his nightstand and handed it to Ichigo. "Here, Ichigo...will you put some on me?"

With shaking hands, Ichigo took the lubricant and drops some on his palm. He reached for Urahara's arousal and began to stroke him with his lubricated palm. Both men groaned at the contact. Urahara stared at Ichigo as he continued to slicken his arousal to his liking. He began to pull back but Ichigo held a firm grip on him, continuing to stroke him more. "Ichigo...I want to be in you..." Urahara said softly, doing his best to not intimidate his lover.

Ichigo let go of Urahara and nodded, laying back down on the bed. Urahara placed himself at his entrance and smiled at him. "Forgive me, Ichigo?" He pressed his tip just barely inside of him.

"Kisuke...yes..." Ichigo moaned. He began to slide down, anxious to have Urahara fill him. "I need it..."

And with that, Urahara thrust into him. Both men groaned at the penetration, Urahara stilling his hips to let Ichigo's body adjust to him. Once he felt that he was relaxed enough, he began to move his hips slowly. He leaned over and began to kiss Ichigo's neck, whispering apologies over and over to him. "Ichigo...I'm sorry I'm an old fool. Please, don't be mad at me..." He began to thrust into him faster, pushing deep inside of him.

"Not mad...I'm sorry..." Ichigo groaned, wrapping his legs around Urahara's waist, pushing him deeper inside of him. He cried out as he felt his tip brush against his sweet spot. "There! Oh, right there..."

Propping himself up on his hands, Urahara began to push deep inside of Ichigo, pressing up against his sweet spot over and over. Watching his lover's face each time he pressed against it, it made him want to keep hitting him there over and over. "Ichigo..."

Knowing the tone of his voice, Ichigo reached down with his still somewhat lubricated hand and began to touch himself. He moved his hand in time with Urahara's thrusts, crying out loud each time he pounded into his body. "More, Kisuke...please!" He cried out loud as the man began to move faster, thrusting in deeper each time their hips pressed against each other. Ichigo began to stroke himself faster, desperate to finish. He felt Urahara push into him all the way, pressing hard against his sweet spot, causing him to yell loud as he released his orgasm all over his hand and stomach, moaning as he continued to touch himself as he rode out his orgasm.

"Ichigo..." Urahara groaned as he came inside of him, leaning down kissing his neck as he rode out his own orgasm. The two of them began to pant in unison, both trying to calm their racing hearts down. Urahara lifted his head from Ichigo's neck and smiled at him. "You still mad at me?"

Shaking his head, Ichigo smiled. "No, I'm not mad at you. I was never mad at you, Kisuke. Frustrated, yes. Mad, not so much. Ooof." Urahara raised himself up and slipped out of Ichigo, laying next to him on the bed. "You just need to give me more credit."

Urahara nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry I keep being so ignorant to that request, Ichigo. I will do my best." He leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood to take a nap."

"I'm not very tired, but you go ahead, Kisuke. Get some rest. I may or may not be lying here still when you wake up. But don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." Ichigo returned the kiss and smiled.

Closing his eyes, Urahara nodded. "Okay, Ichigo. I love you."

"I love you," Ichigo smiled. "Stop being so silly, okay? My heart can't take it."

Snoring lightly, Urahara snuggled up against his body. Ichigo chuckled. "Sweet dreams, Kisuke."


A/N: I realize that this is a bit of a step away from canon, but if I kept it to canon, this story would be well over 100+ chapters before Ichigo were to find out about his father. Hopefully you guys don't mind. ^_^ Thanks for reading!