A faint blue glow from the tablet screen casts shadows on Kisuke's face as he glances between each camera. One panning Ichigo's entire kitchen, one hidden next to the front door to see the entire living room, one in the bathroom, and one on the balcony pointing inside.

He sighs through his nose, smiling softly. He couldn't wait for Ichigo to return. It's been five days since Ichigo left for whatever he was doing.

Excitement burns in Kisuke's gut as he adjusts against the headboard of his bed. Ichigo could be home any minute and Kisuke will be the first one to see him.

His head lightly hits the headboard as he tilts it back. Dazed eyes stare up at the ceiling before another sigh leaves his mouth this time.

"He'll be exhausted when he comes home. The sun's already setting. I wonder what he likes to sleep in... he only had baggie clothes and hoodies in his closet... I should get him something nice to wear–a gift." Kisuke hums in delight at the thought. His fingers twitch to start searching for anything that Ichigo would look beautiful in, but doesn't do anything more than that. Patience... patience.

Kisuke will have all the time in the world to dress Ichigo in clothes to showcase his beauty once they live together. He vaguely wonders if Ichigo would even take it upon himself to dress prettily for him. He wonders if Ichigo would keep any outfits on as he fucks him into the bed.

A groan leaves Kisuke's mouth at the smuttier thoughts that start to intrude. His cock twitches in need at the imaginary sight.

Ichigo dressed in one of Kisuke's own yukata, just a slip away from falling off his shoulders. He bounces against the wall as Kisuke fucks up into him, fingers clawing at Kisuke's back and simple mascara running down his cheeks in his tears. Ichigo snaps his head back with a wail as he cums, and Kisuke keeps thrusting.

Ichigo dressed in a baggy button up with a waist cincher over it. His shaking hands scrabble for purchase on the floor to try and escape from the pleasure. Breathless sobs and moans are ripped from his throat as his knees start to slide into the puddle of cum underneath his flaccid cock. He cries out for mercy, for more. He cries out for–

Kisuke reaches into his pants, lightly gripping the base of his fully hard cock. Gods, would Ichigo be beautiful as Kisuke takes and takes and takes from him, giving him more than he can handle just because he could. Ichigo would let him–Kisuke hopes Ichigo will let him.

"Kis–Kisuke–Kisuke p-please! Please! I ca–ahHN!" Ichigo shrill screech almost seems too real in Kisuke's mind, as if he could hear him, as if he was here.

Kisuke starts to stroke himself at the image of Ichigo thrashing in his overwhelming pleasure. He imagines the marks and bruises on peach skin that he caused, the blood drying on Ichigo's neck from the bite he left. He imagines hands tied to the headboard and legs forced apart as he thrusts in. He imagines those legs twitching to close at the rough intrusion and the wrecked wail that leaves Ichigo's mouth.

The pale blonde tightens his hand and pretends it's Ichigo clenching down on him. "Ichigo... fuck!"

He wants him. He wants to touch him. He wants to taste him. He wants to feel Ichigo's heart beat in his hands and feel it skip a beat, just for Kisuke. He wants to cut that peach skin open and leave his name scarred and stitched into the skin right over Ichigo's heart.

I want to push him as far as he can go.

In pain. In pleasure. I want to break him.

I want to shatter him completely.

I want to remake him.

Kisuke grunts through his clenched teeth, eyes clenched shut. He groans under his breath as he speeds up his stroking.

I want to be the one to bring out his true beauty.

I want to make him mine.

Mine. Forever.

"He's mine, he's mine, he's mine..." Kisuke's back arches as he thrusts into his hand. Once, twice–a growl tears through his throat when he finally cums.

Kisuke breathes heavily through his nose before his eyes slowly open to gaze up at his ceiling once more. He takes another breath and lifts his head off of the headboard. He stares at the security feed of Ichigo's house, keeping an eye on anything out of place.

Ichigo wasn't home yet. The disappointment makes Kisuke pout as he pulls his hand out from his pants. A small groan leaves him when he gets up from his bed.

The cum was going to start drying soon if he didn't get cleaned up now. And a shower sounds particularly delightful right now.

Ichigo rubs his eyes with a quiet sigh before he lifts his head up. He glares down at the small writing with a narrowed gaze, trying to decipher the mumbo-jumbo unfortunately written way too small for him to properly read.

He was way too exhausted to be doing this. Gift shopping. He'd rather be at home trying to sleep or getting woken up by nightmares.

"Why did it have to be in stock today?" Ichigo asks the universe with a heavy scowl. The particular thing he knows Tatsuki will want for her birthday was in stock today, and Ichigo knew it won't be in stock again until after her birthday. Even if it was a month away.

So, he got up from his bed at noon–after another failed attempt to get any amount of sleep–and forced himself to go to the way too crowded mall to get Tatsuki's gift. With two days of no sleep, a full day of not eating anything, and forcing himself to be social with a social battery already in the negatives, Ichigo is now stuck trying to read if it's okay to wash the item in the washing machine or not.

A child's scream from outside the store makes Ichigo tilt his head back in a silent prayer. Please shut the brat up. Please shut it up before it adds a fucking migraine to Ichigo's list of problems for the day.

"–rosaki-kun?" Ichigo startles back into reality, whipping his head to the right at the sudden call of his name. He blinks rapidly at the somewhat surprised blonde that stood next to him outside the shop.

"Kis–Urahara-san?! What–what are you doing here?" Ichigo asks, shocked to see the older man standing outside an athletics store.

Kisuke easily shakes off his surprise and holds up a bag with a cheeky grin. "Buying some cat toys!"

"You're able to take care of a cat?" Ichigo asks with a raised eyebrow. Kisuke gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his heart.

"Of course not! These are for my friend, Yoruichi. I know she'll be so happy that I got her something to play with," Kisuke states as if buying cat toys for a human was perfectly acceptable. Ichigo snorts with a small eye roll, glancing back at the item in his hands.

"Don't expect me to show up at your funeral." Ichigo recalls the vague things Kisuke had told him about his apparently elusive friend. This would definitely warrant his murder.

"What are you doing here, Kurosaki-kun? I wouldn't expect you to be in this kind of store," Kisuke changes the subject, taking out a fan from nowhere and opening it over his mouth.

Ichigo hums with a shrug, internally cheering as he finally descried the information he needed to know. Tatsuki will be able to wash it with the rest of her clothes, thankfully.

"There's a summer festival back in my hometown next month. A friend of mine's birthday is only a week after it–two days after mine. I'm getting her something," He answers as shoves the gift back into the bag, starting to walk with the rest of the crowds. "I didn't even want to be here, but it won't be in stock again until after Tatsuki's birthday, so I forced myself to come here today."

"Don't like the mall?" Kisuke questions with a slight head tilt, walking in step with the orange haired man. Ichigo's eyes follow the slight movement, his ears turning pink.

"Cute..." He clears his throat and looks away as he fidgets with the bag in his hands.

"I guess. It's too crowded–too loud. I'd just rather stay inside every day if I could–unless my friends and sisters wanted me to do something with them," Ichigo answers while he reaches up to mess with one of his dangling earrings. He wore a silver raven skull pair.

"You care very deeply for your friends and family," Kisuke comments, an unfamiliar emotion flickering through his slight smile. Ichigo glances up at the glass ceiling of the mall with a soft sigh. He doesn't even realize an even softer smile starts to grow on his face.

"...yeah. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for my sisters and my friends... even that bast–" Ichigo cuts himself off with a snap of his jaw. He continues to mess with his earring, eyes glaring holes into the ground below him.

While what he said would be true, he refuses to even admit it in his thoughts if he could help it. That bastard helped him grow into the person he is now, yes, but Ichigo grew up the way he did to spite him. Ichigo isn't so hateful to think there may never come a time where the burned bridge will make way for a new path.

Isshin is still his father, no matter how much he permanently destroyed that title to the Kurosaki siblings. Ichigo will give him the care and attention he needs when the time comes. Hopefully he won't need to for a long while, preferably for his entire life.

"...some bad blood between old friends, maybe even family?" Kisuke questions, fan lowered from his face in a form of comfort.

Ichigo stays silent and keeps his eyes focused on the ground. He jerks his head once before heaving out a breath, shoulders sagging in his exhaustion. He doesn't say anything more on the matter.

Kisuke hums in understanding, and doesn't say anything else. He starts to lightly fan himself as they wander past a corner where a small restaurant sat.

"Have you eaten yet? It's almost dinner," Kisuke changes the subject brightly, tilting his chin towards the restaurant. Ichigo blinks out of his angry thoughts and glances towards the restaurant. He scowls at the amount of people inside while his cheeks warm at the implication.

"Asking me out on a date?" Ichigo asks with a smirk.

The pale blonde just smiles wider, snapping his fan closed. "Yes."

Ichigo stumbles over his own feet, squawking loudly when he almost falls on his ass. Kisuke easily wraps an arm around his waist to keep him balanced.

"You–you–you're asking me–" Ichigo stutters out with wide eyes, his face quickly turning into a brand new shade of red. This man...

"Yes. Would you like to? My treat," Kisuke continues smoothly, keeping Ichigo close.

Ichigo swallows loudly and ducks his head. He stares down at the ground with wide eyes, blushing even more when the arm around his waist tightens just the slightest amount.

"Is he–is he really asking me? He's not joking is he?" The heart in his chest almost seems to beat harder and harder at the thought. He's partially scared it'd burst out of his chest.

"You–don't mess with me like that! I–it's not funny!" Ichigo exclaims with an embarrassed glare.

His entire body freezes when Kisuke's arm tightens to an almost painful degree. He slowly looks up, his breath stuttering out at Kisuke's expression.

"Do you not believe me? I want to go on a date with you."

Ichigo doesn't pay attention to how this may look to the crowds around them. He just stares up wide-eyed at the pale blonde, mouth slightly ajar. His hands instinctively rested on top of Kisuke's chest, the soft fabric of the dark green yukata making them tingle with each breath that made them move.

Quicksilver eyes were dark with anger, darker than a stormy night sky. They glared right into Ichigo's soul, keeping him frozen in the almost suffocating hold. A small, tiny part of Ichigo's brain screams at him, screeches at him to get out of the hold–get away from the predator in front of him.

"Would he do anything? Will he do anything while we're in public?" The question even sounds breathless inside his head. His hands start to shake and his fingers start to twitch for something–anything to hold on to.

He's angry at me.

No, no, no, nononononono.

He shouldn't be angry at me.

"U-Urahara-san... I..." Ichigo swallows down his own voice. Hot, burning charcoals almost seem to be forced down his throat with how much it was burning. He rapidly blinks his eyes as they start to water.

"Urahara-san, I-I'm–I apologize. I... I just... No one's–please... please don't be mad at me. I believe you," Ichigo whispers quietly, sniffing quietly.

Kisuke releases his hold on Ichigo's waist and raises his hand into his line of sight. Ichigo instinctively flinches back when it reaches for his face, eyes clenched shut. His hands clench around the yukata as he prepares for the hit.

A gentle caress on Ichigo's cheekbone makes him startle heavily. "You are forgiven Kurosaki-kun. It's such a shame people have led you to believe that no one would date such a pretty thing like you."

Ichigo sniffs again with a bashful smile. He ducks his head, accidentally pressing his red cheek further into Kisuke's hand.

"Shut up," Ichigo states half-heartedly before glancing up at the older man. He smiles a bit more confidently and nods his head.

"A-a date sounds nice, Urahara-san," He continues, taking a step away from Kisuke.

Kisuke grins brightly and waves his closed fan in dismissal. "It wouldn't be that good of a date if we keep being so formal with each other! Call me Kisuke, Ichigo-kun."

Warmth bubbles in Ichigo's stomach at how nicely his name came out of Kisuke's mouth. He bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from licking his lips.

"Kis-Kisuke-san..." Ichigo tests the name with a pleased flush across his skin. He smiles just a bit wider when he spots the blush that faintly appears on the scientist's cheeks.

"Let me lead the way, Ichigo-kun," Kisuke states as he holds out his arm for Ichigo, acting like a proper gentleman despite the restaurant being so close. Ichigo laughs softly and grabs the arm with shaking fingers.

"Thank you, Kisuke-san..."

Ichigo doesn't believe this is happening. He hopes to every god out there that this wasn't a dream. This better not be a dream. He's going on a date with the one he loves. Nothing could get any better than this.

"Thank you for being in stock today," Ichigo thinks gratefully, lightly squeezing his grip around the bag holding Tatsuki's gift. If it wasn't for that, he never would have gotten out of bed, and then he would have never been on the most wonderful date with the one he loves.

He winces at a slightly rough step that jostles his stuffed stomach. Ichigo sighs quietly, pressing a hand lightly on his bloated stomach before he glares down at the bag of leftovers in his other hand with an unhealthy amount of disdain.

He couldn't even eat half of the dinner Kisuke treated him. He could barely force himself to eat a quarter of it! Kisuke probably thinks he's some snob. Probably thinks he didn't even want to go on a date with him...

"Ichigo-kun?" Kisuke's voice snaps Ichigo out of his thoughts. Ichigo looks up and quickly averts his gaze under Kisuke's worried stare.

"...I'm sorry. You paid so much for our date and... and I couldn't even eat half of it... I don't–I don't eat well, so I'm–I'm sorry," Ichigo speaks quietly, slowly walking to a stop. Kisuke stops a few steps ahead of them, both right before the entrance to the mall.

The sun had already set; the last rays of light making the sky appear dark red above the spotty clouds. Ichigo fidgets with his bag of leftovers and the bag holding Tatsuki's gift.

"Did you have a good time?" The question catches Ichigo off guard. He keeps his gaze to the ground, terrified to see anything negative on the older man's face.

Ichigo silently nods his head, his blush slowly overtaking his cheeks. He continues to fidget underneath Kisuke's stare.

"Of course! You... you're a really nice date..." He speaks truthfully and sincerely. Kisuke hums as if distracted, but otherwise stays quiet.

Sudden footsteps in front of the orange haired man makes him stifle a jump as he looks up. His entire body locks up when Kisuke bends down, half-lidded eyes staring into his. Their lips barely brush each other while Kisuke continues to stare into tawny brown eyes.

"We're about to kiss. Is he going to–on the first date? Is that allowed? What–what do I do? Should I kiss him? Do I need to kiss him?" Ichigo's mind panics heavily at his current predicament.

He's been on dates that were more like flings than actually dates. He's heard from Tatsuki that kisses normally don't happen on the first date.

"If you had a good time... would you go on another date with me sometime?" Kisuke asks, stepping closer. Ichigo's mind completely freezes at the close proximity. It doesn't even panic.

"U-um... you–you–you want t-to go on another... Um–if-if you'd like..." Ichigo's voice dies off as his mind starts to reboot.

Kisuke glances between tawny eyes before a chuckle reverberates from his throat. He takes a step back with a knowing smile.

Ichigo's face explodes in different shades of red as he scowls. "Fucking tease! Don't pretend like you're gonna kiss me, then just step back!"

Ichigo hits Kisuke with the bag that wasn't carrying the food, making him laugh even louder. He pulls out a phone from a pocket inside his yukata and hands it out after unlocking it.

"Since there's a confirmed second date, can I have your number, Ichigo-kun?"

Ichigo huffs loudly and crosses his arms. He turns his head to the side with a scowl that looks more like a pout by the second.

"I don't give my number to teases!" He exclaims loudly, giving Kisuke his turn to pout.

"Ichigo-kun! It's not my fault you look so adorable when teased!" Kisuke waves his phone in front of the orange haired man's face. "Please? You confirmed the second date."

Ichigo glares at him before harshly snatching the phone out of his hand. He furiously types in his name and number, still blushing.

"There! Now fuck off! I've got to catch the next train or I have to walk home!" Ichigo tosses the phone back towards Kisuke before marching past.

"Let me take you home, Ichigo-kun," Kisuke offers as he turns around to watch Ichigo leave. Ichigo just flips him off over his shoulder, making him laugh.

Such a pretty little spitfire... Gods, Kisuke loves him so much.

Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! It's a date!!!! Date number one! And an impromptu one at that!

Next chapter... hmm... I don't know. Date number two? Or maybe... Kisuke finds out about Jessie as he stalks Ichigo... hmmm... who knows?

I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye!

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