A/N: So I originally plotted this one differently, with far more angst, but I was worried that it would end up being too similar to my other UraYoru one-shot, "Quotidian" (which, for the interested, is also posted here on So in true Urahara and Yoruichi style…this will be silly and angsty.

And yet, I'm labeling this one as Mature because sometimes they just can't help themselves.

Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath

"Control"

By Nessie

It is raining, sharp needles of cold that soak his hat and make his fingers slippery on his cane. His sandals are even heavier and his hair is the color of sand at night, darkened by the water. He wants nothing more than to get home and get dry, but Urahara knows that the notion is currently impossible.

"How can a convenience store be out of milk?" Yoruichi asks grouchily, walking next to him on long, jean-covered legs. "Surely that will harm their business."

"Oh, I don't think so," murmurs Urahara with false cheerfulness. "They'll always have you to come buy some after forcing me to give you some money."

Yoruichi gave him a scandalized look. "I never force you!" The scandal melted away to downright mischief. "I just take it when you're not looking."

"From my back pocket," he adds, dragging his feet a bit. "Don't forget that."

She throws back her head and laughs; not at him, just at the thought of how easy it is to take advantage of him. Her long hair, even in its high ponytail lays straight and thick and wet against her back, sticking to the skin of her shoulders that is left bare by her plain black tank top.

Despite his irritation toward her, Urahara thinks she beautiful and he casually twines a bit of the dark purple locks around two of his fingers. "So where are we going, anyway?"

"To find milk!" Clearly exasperated with his obvious misunderstanding of her urgent need for dairy, Yoruichi swats his hand away. "It's late, but I know Karakura had open-at-night places."

"We'll have better luck finding a cow before one of those," he points out. "Are you picky about where it comes from?"

"Fine, Kisuke, you go home, and I'll get my own damn milk."

He sighs at her impatience and doesn't think about how he is almost out of that particular virtue himself. "No, I better stay. All you'll do is unleash hell on the next person you see if you don't get a fix soon. You're such a child sometimes, Yoruichi."

"Don't speak about milk junkies, Kisuke!" she admonishes him. "Maybe you'll be one yourself someday."

Urahara resists telling her that he is not at least partially a cat and stays silent as they walk along the sidewalk in search of a market center. The rain is still not doing anything for his mood, and it isn't doing anything for his libido either. Yoruichi's clothes are all but plastered to his skin, and he tries to ignore the way his mouth goes dry when she flicks her golden eyes toward him.

They don't talk for a bit, and it is five seconds later when Yoruichi takes a cursory glance of his own body that he knows he is found out. She gives a small, delicate sigh.

"Someone's having dirty thoughts…"

"You're not exactly snow-pure yourself," he shoots back defensively and pretends that she is not turning him on with that ridiculous grin of hers.

Yoruichi laughs at him. "I never said I was." Raising a hand, she takes a bunch of his gi and hauls him into one of the many alleys in the street.

The rain starts to fall harder as she pushes him against a brick wall, takes off his hat (she hates his hat), and fuses her lips to his with all the force of a thunderstorm. Urarahara's fingers dig into her hips and pulls her closer. Something like a growl rumbles from his throat, and he chest tingles when she laughs against his mouth.

When he's had enough of her shoving and decides to take control for himself, he pivots and has her in his place against the wall in a quarter of a second. He brings up one of her arms, his palm pressing against her wrist, and wet drops fall between their joined fingers as he kisses her. He drinks her in like the rain itself, like the milk she's craving.

Well, Urahara gets cravings of his own.

They paw and grope at each other in an almost angry way as memories flood through them; they hadn't needed to maintain so much control in Soul Society. There were far more darkened corners and empty places there than in the material world, and both Kisuke and Yoruichi had possessed more influence there. And what did they have in this place? An alley at night with the rain pouring down over them, and the slide of headlights as cars streamed by.

Sometimes Urahara hates himself for getting exiled, and sometimes Yoruichi hates herself for following him. But they never hate each other, and that counts for more than they realize.

They finally part in a whoosh of willpower and rushing breath, and their hands are still locked. Urahara still wants her, and Yoruichi always wants him, but now is not the time.

"Besides," she says breathily as though reading his mind, "I still need my milk."

They half-stumble out of the alley, dizzy from the past and each other, and he holds onto her as they rain sweeps over them.

He always holds on.

The End