A/N:
-and now for the actual M rated stuff, Ye be warned!

Chapter 9
Names

Ichigo ran a hand through his messy orange hair and took a few deep breaths.
When I touch that door, everything will change... And there's a pretty good chance it won't be for the better.. He thought and fisted his hand around a few locks of orange on the back of his head before leading the same hand to rest at he frame of the door before him.
He frowned at the thought of the various negative outcomes possible; mockery, outing, death and the one that made his heart drop to his stomach; rejection.
For a split second he considered turning around, walking away and pretend none of this ever happened. Instead, he exhailed a breath he had been holding, straightned himself up and knocked on the door.
It seemed like forever before the door was opened and slowly a damp haired Quincy appeared, raven locks clinging to his pale skin and glasses.
"Kurosaki?" How did I not notice him being here?
"Ishida, I need to talk to you" Ichigo said and swallowed hard, suddenly feeling his white t-shirt being too clingy.
"Did it occure to you that I might not want to talk to you?"
Shit.. He thought and frowned again. The Quincy gasphed lightly as Ichigo placed a hand on his chest and pushed softly, making him take a step back.
"Well, then you can just hear me out" the redhead said and pushed again while taking a few steps forward until far enough inside to close the door behind him without removing his hand from Uryuu's chest.
He kept pushing Uryuu until he was back against the pointy corner seperating the livingroom and the hallway leading to the bedrooms, slightly surprised that the Quincy had actually complied to being moved this way.
"Kurosaki" Uryuu exhailed in a breath when his back connected with the cool wall.
"What do you want?" He said and straightened himself up, focusing his eyes on the bronze ones of the taller man. The bronze orbs seemes to be searching for something, piercing blue ones intensly. The hand moved from then chest, leaving the skin hidden beneath longing for the warmth.
"I want... I need.. Please don't hate me for this" Ichigo said and leaned in, capturing the pale lips with his own in a passionat kiss. But as soon as he felt the other tense up, he retracted.
"I'm sorry.. I can't help it.. Uryuu you have no idea"
"Oh to hell with it!" Uryuu groaned and graphed Ichigo's shoulders, crashing their lips together and locking his arms around the taller ones neck. All day he had been thinking about that soft kiss Ichigo had stolen the night before and originally he had decided it best to refuse any further contact with the redhead.
Ichigo stood wideeyed for a couple of seconds, sparks flying through his body. Then he placed a hand on the wall behind them and one on the slim waist of Uryuu, pushing him into the wall, claiming complete domination of the kiss by prying the paler mouth open with his tongue. Uryuu let out a moan as Ichigo pressed their bodies together against the wall, a hip grinding against his growing erection. Coherent thoughts seemed impossible when the intrucive mouth of Kurosaki Ichigo moved to lick and nibble at his neck while a hand was tugging his shirt out of the way before scorching fingertips trailed up his side. It was unbearable.
"k.. Kurosaki.."
"Uryuu.. Just tell me to stop" Ichigo murmed against his neck, pushing himself closer, grinding his own erection against the Quincy's hip, making him moan again. Within a second, he was lifted off the ground, legs wrapped around hips, held in place by strong hands on his thighs, lips firmly placed on his own in another passionat kiss before breaking to speak again.
"You have to tell me to.. If you don't want this... Tell me to stop.." The words could barely leave his lips between pants, kisses and the Quincy writhing against him, grinding their members together through fabric.
He was answered with a tongue trailing his bottom lip and slender hands tugging his t-shirt up. He complied and lifted his arms up, allowing the shirt to slip off and the reaching down to unbutton Uryuu's shirt.

Uryuu had not realised Ichigo had carried him into his bedroom until his back touched the cool sheets of his bed. When their lips parted, he was gasphing for air but Ichigo seemed much to busy to worry about breathing, his mouth already trailing a wet line down the neck to the collarbone, chest, stomach, lingering at the hipbone while he undid Uryuu's belt and pants, pulling them down to be dropped on the floor.
The sound brought Uryuu somewhat back to reality, enough to question what they were doing at least. To make him slightly nervous.
"Kurosaki, what're we doing?" he asked as Ichigo crawled on top on him, straddling him while placing his hands on each side of Uryuu's head.
"Acting out some emotions.. At least I am" Ichigo responded, hoping not to sound too careless or make the ravenhaired regret. He reached in and trailed his tongue across swollen lips that parted instantly and let him in while he rolled his hips slightly, grinding against Uryuu's member only covered in white boxers.
Again all coheret thoughs left his mind and his hands found the edge of Ichigo's jeans. He pulled and tugged slightly, opening the top button and when Ichigo rolled his hips again, he moaned into his mouth.
In an instant, the redhead moved to lie down next to the Quincy and mavouvered his own pants off while reaching a hand inside the white boxers, not breaking the kiss for a second. Not even when said Quincy moaned intensely, high pitched from the hand encirceling his heated erection. He started stroking it softly, testing the reaction, finding that the moans intensefied. Breaking the kiss to completely remove the boxers, he settled himself between the pale legs and reached down to suck lightly on a perky nipple, still stroking the now weeping erection ever so slowly. Then he sat up and put two fingers on his mouth, covering them in saliva before reaching down to caress Uryuu's entrance, slowly pushing a finger inside, finding it fairly easy to insert. Soon after, the other one followed. Noticing the ravenhaireds fists clench the bedsheets and hearing him hitch his breath, he whispered soothingly.
"Try to relax, it'll feel good.. I promise.."
He tighened the grip around the Quincy and started stroking him more firmly, instantly making the moans return, making it much easier to sissor and streach the tight flesh around his fingers. When he thought it was enough, he removed his hand from the others erection, freeing his own painfully hard one, smearing the precum around, hoping it would work as lube. Removing his fingers and returning his hand to stroke the Quincy yet again, he also placed himself so the head was slowly pushing inside.
Uryuu hissed and tossed his head as the head entered completely, dizzy from pleasure, yet painfully aware of the streaching, unsure of how to react. He could not decide weather he wanted it to stop or proceed and Ichigo had stopped moving, only still stroking him.
Ichigo was shivering from the tightness around him, trying to restrain himself, not wanting to hurt the man beneath him.
"Tell me if I need to stop" He panted.
"Yes.. No.. Definatly no!" Uryuu gasphed as Ichigo continued to stroke him. In a second of clearmindedness, he graphed the redhead's hips and pulled him closer, settling the full shaft inside while letting out another hiss.
"Uryuu!" Ichigo moaned as the arm he had supported himself on buckled making them lie chest to chest.

Greedily, Ichigo captured Uryuu's lips as he slowly started to move his hips, just enough to create friction and the ravenhaired whimpered slightly into his mouth. It soon turned into moans as Ichigo changed his angel with each thrust until he hit the right spot and then set up the pace a little, still trying his best to restrain himself not to hurt the ravenhaired.
Uryuu was clawing the redheads back while drowning in the sensation. He broke the breathtaking kiss to let out the moans he had tried to hold back while trying to comprehend what was going on.
But when said redhead straightenes himself up enough to reach back down and grap his throbbing manhood again, stroking in the same pace his thrusts, all sense vanished yet again and Uryuu bucked his hips to welcome the feeling with louder moans. The movement caused Ichigo to gasph and moan. Uryuu vaguely noticed this and repeated the action, thrilled to hear the same reaction. So he repeated. But after a few times, Ichigo growled and graphed his hip with his free hand and held it in place, each thrust becoming more agressive, slightly painfull but ever so much more pleasurable. The grip around his member tightened and white stars started to appear infront of his eyes as he moaned louder, fingers digging into the bedsheets as if trying to hold on to his sanity.
"I-Ichi.. Ichigo!" he yelped and squeezed his eyes shut as the ultimat pleasure washed over him, sending jolts through his entire body.
The pulsating tightness from the Quincy's orgasm made Ichigo follow soon after. He sat both hands on each side of Uryuu's heaving chest and shuttered as the jolts shot through his body.
"Uryuu.." He whispered between pants and kissed the pale skin in front of him.

Uryuu's eyes fluttered open to the feeling of an arm resting on his chest and a hot breath at the crook of his neck. Within seconds, everything came back to him and his eyes widened at the memories. I slept with Kurosaki!
Orange light from a slowly rising sun peaked through the window. It was early in the morning. He felt his stomach and thigs being covered in a somewhat dry and sticky mass, concluding it to be seemen and then crept out of the bed. With quivering legs, he stumbled to the bathroom, each aching step reminding him of exactly what they had done. Starring into the mirror, he realised he still wore his glasses. His face looked flushed, lips swollen, hair a complete mess.
The glasses were left by the sink and the watertap for the shower was turned on, soon letting out steaming hot water. Uryuu could barely keep his balance as he stepped into the water, hoping it would take it all away. His mind was racing.
Kurosaki Ichigo is in my bed. I had sex with him. I let him have me. I wanted him to have me.
"Kurosaki, what're we doing"
"Acting out some emotions.. At least I am" The words rung in his head a couple of times, mixed with the feeling of a tongue trailing his lips, a hand squeezing his hip, feeling the redhead inside. He felt dirty and ashamed as he poured soap into his hand and started cleaning his body.
All Though, I have to admit.. It was good.. No more than good.. But it's Kurosaki! The list of reasons why that shouldn't have happened would be endless!
He risned soap out of his hair, letting another wave of memories wash through his mind and stayed under the soothing water.
I let Kurosaki Ichigo have my first sexual experience...
He was so absorbed by his thoughts, he did not hear the door being opened or noticed the redhead leaning against the doorframe.

"What's taking you so long?"
Uryuu Flinched, then looked over his shoulder. He had his back to the door.
"I feel filthy"
Ichigo let his jeans drop to the floor and stepped into the shower, putting a cautious hand on the Quicy's shoulder. Uryuu refused to look at him but felt incapable of moving. Instead, Ichigo reached for the soap and poured it into his hand, put it back and started to rub the soap onto the ravenhaired's back, shoulders and arms before reacing his arms infront and continued to rub it onto the pale chest and down to the hips.
"You do realise you're the reason I feel filthy, right.." Uryuu spoke, still not moving. Ichigo already took notice of his choice of words. Filthy.
He slowly spun Uryuu around, holding his shoulders.
"Because of what we did.." It was not a question but he needed the Quincy to confirm it. He nodded. Ichigo stared into the blue pools.
"What exactly make you feel like that?" The blue orbs intensefied and the lips tightened in a line.
"Everything.. I submitted to you, to a shinigami. Even if former. I let you use me as you pleased.."
Ichigo's hands fell down his side as the words reached his ears. The Shinigami excuse he had expected. He think I was using him? Then his hands found rest at the pale hips.
"I did not use you, Uryuu.. It was my first time.." The blue eyes widened a little.
"You were my first.." Ichigo repeated.
Uryuu was quite surprised. The redhead had seemed so experienced.
They stood there for a while, neither knowing what to say. Uryuu's mind was racing again, despite it being the first time for both, he had still been made bottom and was convinced that was how Ichigo would want it. It felt humiliating to think he would take the place as 'reciever'. As if he was a woman.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Ichigo's mouth touched his hip. He looked down and turned the watertap a little, easing the flow so the water did not spray into the redhead's face.
A pink tongue flickered over his sensetive tip and his legs nearly gave in. But strong hands on his hips held him in place against the wall.
"Kurosaki.." Uryuu moaned as Ichigo took him in. Never in his life had he felt anything so amazing. The redhead swiched between licking and sucking and stars appeared before Uryuu's closed eyes.
"Kurosaki, I'm gonna.." he stopped when the amazing feeling dissapeared, leaving him almost painfully longing for it.
Instead Ichigo stood up, bronze piercing blue yet again, a message coming agross without any words uttered. Uryuu graphed the orange locks and tossed Ichigo chest against the wall he himself had been back against moments ago. His hands roamed around the tanned body and the redhead moaned when a hand found its way to his tailbone, caressing it softly until a curious finger reached down further, making him almost yelp. It pressed lightly, the water making it easier to enter. Ichigo moaned and pushed back against it and another one soon followed, this time with a little pain. Again, he moaned and pushed back while trying his best to relax against the sissoring fingers.
Uryuu did as he remembered the redhead doing to him few hours ago briefly wondering how the former shinigami would even know this stuff. Then he noticed the muscled clencing around his fingers had loosened slightly and Ichigo was mewling quietly against the wall.
Leaning in, he removed the fingers and placed himself near the now more relaxed opening, pushing lightly until the head was in.
Ichigo bit his lip, hiding the pain, not wanting Uryuu to stop. He knew it would only be temporary, as soon as he ajusted, it would feel good. At least I think so. It seemed to work for Uryuu.

After a few seconds, Uryuu pushed slowly until he was fully settled inside the redhead. Both were breathing heavily, almost gasphing for air. The Quincy put both hands on the wall beside the orange locks to steady himself.
"Move... Please move.." Ichigo whispered in a husky voice. His hands too were on the wall and one of them slid up to meet the pale one, entwinding itself with the slim fingers.
At first, Uryuu moved slowly but as soon as the respond to each movment became a lustfull whimper, he graphed the tanned hip with his free hand and thrusted harder and faster while biting on the the pulsing neck below the orange silky hair, bruising the skin.
"Huunnngh Uryuu! Kami.. Uryuu, too hard.." Ichigo threw his head back so it rested on the revhaired's shoulder but Uryuu did not slow down or let go of flesh between his teeth. Instead, the hand on the hip moved up to fist a handfull of wet hair and pushed the redhead closer against the wall and within long, Ichigo started to quiver and gasph, his orgasm waving through his body. The sudden tightness send Uryuu straight over the top and he yelped against the bruised skin, his legs threatehing to give in.
For a moment, they just stood there, panting, catching their breaths, before the Quincy withdrew himself and quickly cleaned under the lukewarm water and crept out, snatching his glasses and a towel on the way.

When Ichigo finally made his way out of the bathroom, the Quincy was almost dressed, buttoning up his shirt.
"I'd like it if you left soon, I have some things I need to deal with" he spoke cooly.
Ichigo grit his teeth and stared at him for a while. He still feels no different towards me.. Damn it..
He started making his way across the room to pick up the rest of his clothe; boxers, socks, t-shirt, aching with each step. Uryuu had not gone soft on him. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way though..
The ravenhaired looked at him, noticing the attempt to hide the discomfort. He watched him sit down on the bed and pull on his clothes, non of them speaking a word. He watched him go back to the bathroom, attempt to dry and calm his hair before putting the jeans back on.
They stared at each other across the room before Ichigo started walking out, heart dwelling somewhere in the bottom of his stomach.
"Kurosaki, waite" Uryuu blurted out, immediatly realising he had no idea what els to say. Ichigo stopped by the door without turning to look at him again.
"Still just 'Kurosaki', huh.."
Uryuu had not even realised or given it any thought that still using the redhead's last name might seem offencive and quite rude. Ichigo took a step more.
"Ichigo.." It sounded just as weird as it felt in his mouth. He walked up to him, close enough for a personal conversation, far enough away to feel safe. He decided to try it again.
"Ichigo.. I just need some time to process all this.."
The redhead let out a breath he had been holding and turned his head, sadness swimming in his eyes despite the neutral expression on his face.

A/N:
Did I mention I'm pretty good at writing this kind of stuff?
Anyway, I have no one around to correct, preread and give some constructive chriticism so I'd really like to hear what you think about this chapter 'cause I have some idea I stray alot, making it quite ooc.