You Belong to Me (by GanymedeLullaby)

Summary: you belong to me. You are mine. You always have been, and always will be. She will never again get in my way of getting to you. UraIchi.

My very objective is to make you burn with desire for me. An all encompassing, consuming passion that will melt you from the inside out. Every thought you think will have some type of correlation to me. Whether it be the color of my eyes when the sky is grey and cloudy right before it rains. How you recognize the subtle shifts of movement. Whether it be mundane or during one of our sparring sessions. I've trained you to notice the smallest things no matter how small they may be to you. The smallest little details are by far the most important in the this quest of mine; this competition I've single handedly put into motion. You, my dear, will fall prey to my advances, fall farther than you even thought possible. I'll have you on your knees, Ichigo. Nothing will prevent me from burrowing my way into your heart, your mind, your soul. I will become your everything. My will to completely own your very being will be much too great for you to resist. No friend or foe alike will ever take my place. I'll corrupt you so thoroughly that my claim on you will be irrefutable. Your actions will be absoluely influenced by the power I have over you. You'll dream of me. My hands on your supple, strong body will be all you imagine. The feel of them unlike anything you've ever experienced in your life. My lips on yours repeatedly making my passion flame throughout you. You won't be able to make the slightest move without me in mind. Kisuke. Kisuke. Kisuke.You'll do it subconciously at first, I'm sure. There will be a bit of a struggle between what you think you want and what I need from you.

Orihime is not a factor any longer. That girl as she is doesn't fit in this mold I'm aiming to make. Her smiling at you constantly disgusts me. The way she literally hangs on your every word sickens me to no end. That bright and cheery disposition is irritating in a way that at times I don't want her around. Of course, I wouldn't let her know I have these thoughts about her. She's in the way of my quest to obtaining you, Ichigo. It's not that I believe she has any real chance. It's just she's too close is all.

Ichigo is loyal to all his friends, which is a quality that attracts me to him. I'm not working to break that. I just want all my protege's attention solely on me like how Orihime's is focused on him. I admit that I'm jealous of this girl. I want Ichigo to run to my side and protect me how he does her. I must solely be on his mind in every single aspect.

"Orihime, Ichigo is not available to see you at this moment. He's still recovering from his injuries and needs his rest. He'll come see you as soon as as he's healed." On the inside Kisuke drowned in anger. He couldn't take how attached this girl is to what's his. She may be his friend and clearly in love with Ichigo, but no force in the world would separate Kisuke from the young man. Orihime needed to see that. She was a distraction and Kisuke wouldn't let Ichigo's attention be wasted on her any longer.

Orihime looked as if she wanted to disagree but then thought better. Disappointment clearly written all over her face at not being permitted to see Ichigo. She was at least intelligent enough to listen to Kisuke and let Ichigo be for the moment. That look of worry on her face is exactly the one he wanted Ichigo to send his direction. He and Ichigo already knew how Kisuke worried over him. The shopkeeper was open in his affection for the substitute as is. He reckoned it was time to confront Ichigo and lay everything out on the table.

"Ichigo is fine. Don't fret too much. He's been through worse and survived. His injuries are very minor. If anything, I want him to stay put and get the rest he desperately needs. We know he wants to be up as soon as feels better even if he's not ready to be"

"You're right, Urahara! Ichigo is looking out for us!" Kisuke internally rolled his eyes. That cheerfulness came back in full swing. He truly wished he could just rid her of it for good. He had the feeling Orihime thought he was healing Ichigo just for her. How absurd.

"I must get back to him now, Orihime. If you excuse me." Without waiting for a response the ex captain headed back inside his shop. Dealing with her was taking more and more effort these days. His bitterness towards Orihime was getting difficult to handle. He didn't want to verbally lash out at her. No, Ichigo wouldn't appreciate him mistreating any of his friends.

"Wow, Kisuke. That wasn't very nice of you." Kisuke's head snapped to his left where he heard the voice come from. Ichigo sounded reproachful. He heard him blowing Orihime off. Shit, Kisuke had to fix this fast.

"Whatever do you mean, Ichigo? I simply told her now wasn't the time for visitors. It's almost dinnertime for one, and she would've called the rest of your friends to let them know how you are. You still really need rest."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so I suppose your rudeness was necessary? It wasn't your words, Kisuke, but your tone. You basically told Orihime to stay away from while smiling in her face. Tsk, tsk. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're jealous, Kisuke."

"Where'd you get an idea like that? I'm just doing what's best for my student. I'd do this for all of you."

"Right, right. I'd believe that except for that conversation I just overheard. Orihime is my friend and that's it. Or are you like everyone else who believes I have feelings for her? You surprise me."

With Ichigo leaning against the wall and mocking him as he was, Kisuke was at a loss for words. The substitute usually wasn't this bold unless he was fighting someone. Yes, they'd tease each other and banter back and forth, but this felt different. Ichigo didn't call him out on his behavior too often. Maybe this was the time to strike.

Faster than Ichigo could blink, Kisuke was in front of him. So close yet so far away. He had to be the only one on Ichigo's mind. Talking about Orihime got Kisuke's blood boiling in a way that he had to take Ichigo's mind off of her. His only course of action was to get in Ichigo's face. Before he could utter a single word the shopkeeper pressed his lips to Ichigo's. In his shock he gasped and Kisuke took full advantage and slipped his tongue in between parted lips. When Ichigo tried to push him away, his wrists were grabbed and pinned above his head against the wall. Ichigo struggled before relenting and letting his own tongue come out to slide along Kisuke's.

As fast as it began the kiss abruptly ended, leaving Ichigo flushed and panting. Kisuke didn't make any move to back away however. The closeness and heat radiating from Kisuke made Ichigo squirm and try to push him away again, but he was unable to make the man budge. "Kisuke, what are you doing? Let go of me right now!" The smoldering look he got in response caused him to falter in his attempts to escape. The shopkeeper moving from his lips to rain butterfly kisses from his jaw up to his ear was clouding his mind in a fog of lust and sending electricity throughout his body.

"I think not, Ichigo. Under me is where you want to be, isn't it? See how you're writhing and arching up into me? When I whisper into your ear, you shiver and moan because you like the feel of my breath on your skin. Your very sensitive skin which breaks out into goosebumps at the slightest touch. Oh, we both know that you want me." Ichigo soaked up the attention Kisuke bestowed on him. He reveled in this very carefully seductive treatment designed with the purpose of driving him insane with immense pleasure. The truth was he wanted Kisuke badly. His own insecurities of being seen as a child in this man's eyes kept him from saying anything.

Opening his eyes and seeing Kisuke leaning over him made Ichigo's heart race. Those grey orbs boring into his sent shivers down his spine. Not one person had ever looked at him with so much desire and fire. It was the single most arousing thing he ever saw. This gaze was different from the ones Orihime shot his way. He feigned ignorance while others felt he was just oblivious to her feelings. His friends would be surprised how perceptive to things he truly is. He didn't return Orihime's affections. The body trapping his was more than he ever hoped for.

"You can't pretend this isn't what you want, Ichigo. Do you know how gorgeous you are right now? You're blushing so prettily with your eyes glazed over in desire for me." Ichigo turned away from Kisuke's knowing gaze and insufferable smirk only for the shopkeeper to lower his mouth to his ear to continue what he was saying. The substitute wasn't about to be let off the hook so easily. Besides he knew how Ichigo enjoyed such interactions between them.

"Yes, that's it. Don't be embarrassed of what you feel for me. You're so delectable that I just want to take a bite out of you and savor your taste." He followed by licking Ichigo's ear and getting a loud moan in return. Pleased with his progress Kisuke continued his exploration of the body beneath him kissing and caressing every bit of skin he came in contact with. Ichigo let a loud gasp when he felt Kisuke's leg part his and brush up against his hardened length. The friction felt surprisingly good, and he couldn't help but grind himself down onto it. Kisuke was driving him insane with this sweet torture. Ichigo craved more of the tongue tracing the shell of his ear. That muscle sending jolt after jolt of intense aroual through him.

"Ah, Kisuke! I-I can- Oh! Don't tease me anymore." Ichigo tried to press himself closer to the source of the the pleasure he was receiving, but Kisuke only moved back and didn't lessen the grip on his wrists held above his head. Ichigo honestly loved the feeling of the ex captain dominating him and giving his body exactly what it's been craving. He realized he had never been so hard in his entire life. With Kisuke's mouth doing incredible things that he hadnt ever experinced the orangette found staying still a diffiult thing. The moans and groans escaped all on their own with the provacation of Kisuke's unfairly skilled tongue. All Ichigo knew was that he needed everything the shopkeeper had to offer.

"Patience is a virtue, my dear. Besides you like where you are just fine. Did you think I can't tell you've been struggling less and less when I have you pinned down during our spars? Did you forget I know you have much more stamina than you've been displaying as of late? I've heard your little sighs and moans that you couldn't hold back once I got on top. I've felt how hard you get, Ichigo. It's not a secret anymore. Orihime will only ever have you in such a way in her dreams."

Any close encounter like this didn't ever enter his mind concerning anyone but the shopkeeper. Signals from Orihime just fell on deaf ears. Not that Ichigo was trying to ignore her but he didn't want to lead her on at the same time. She always had to be by Ichigo's side in some capacity. Even if she just stood on the outside looking in, the girl felt her voice sufficed. Her presence alone made up for her lack of skill. More often than not she refused to let it hold her back. Kisuke did admire her inner strength and determination as they are good traits to possess. He just abhorred her dependence on Ichigo. It'll be perfectly clear to all who Ichigo belonged to.

"You were waiting for me to get rid of her, weren't you? Why else would you be waiting for me to come in? Your injuries weren't enough to keep you bedridden. I think you just want to stay here where you're alone with me where I get to ravish you to your heart's content." The orangette could only moan at the shopkeeper's words. The man was right in all that he was saying. He was getting all that he wanted and beyond. Kisuke had been on his mind consuming his thoughts, his dreams. In his hours awake and times when he tried to sleep. Day and night. Night and day. Engulfed in the body that is Kisuke. Out in the open, unable to hide it any longer the ex captain smiled. He was estatic that he accomplished his mission of burying himself inside almost every fiber or Ichigo's being. Cementing his stake on him was the only thing left.

"How about I take you to bed and finish what we've started? I'll show you that I have no reason to be jealous of Orihime."