A/N:
Sorry for the long wait, hope you like this one..
Also, I have started drawing again and is currently working on scenes from this story which I'll scan and post.. Somewhere.. Have no idea what works nowadays.. Oh, right, I have a devianart account!
Anyway, any particular scenes you would like to see? I'll see If I can whip it up then.

Chapter 13
An offer

Uryuu mouthed a 'oh' and sat down, staring at the bowl of soup in front of him. If he told them, this must mean at least Yuzu-chan is okay with it.
"Dad kept whining about grandkids but I'm pretty sure he's fine with everything. Karin and Yuzu is. Actually.." he remembered what the brunette had told him about somewhat knowing what was going on. Over the years she had gotten a lot less timid and shy.
"Actually what?" Uryuu asked, taking a spoon full of soup. He could not remember the last time someone besides Orihime or Sado had cooked in his kitchen and those two had not been visiting for quite some time.
"Nothing! It's nothing.. But my family is cool with it"
They ate in silence for a while, the Quincy still feeling quite unsure of the whole thing and not entirely comfortable with the fact that the Kurosaki household knew. I guess it'll change once I tell Orihime.
"That old lady yesterday, Chiyou-san. How do you know her?" he asked, to break the awkward silence.
"She's been my father's patient for years and I usually go there if I miss dinner at home." Which happens more and more often, come to think of it..
They talked about this and that while eating, until the uncomfortable silence was not at all uncomfortable anymore but just a silent moment to enjoy the experience. The unease and uncertainty Uryuu had felt was slowly being chipped away as he realized how much they both had matured, how much the redhead had matured. I never thought just talking would be so easy. We never actually tried that before. I wonder if I would have liked him better back then if we had.. Probably not though.. He smiled, knowing fully well how stubborn and how stuck on not liking the former Shinigami substitute he was back then. Though he had grown to like him eventually, quite a lot. They had become friends somewhere between the hollow hunting, bickering and going to the other worlds.
A flash of a horned monster ready to impale an already beaten Espada drained all blood from his face and he stared at his almost empty plate. At least he had gotten through both soup and most of the teriyaki before his appetite left him.
"Are you okay? You look like you saw Aizen or something." Ichigo teased, a ring of worry behind it.
"I'm fine, it's just.. I'm just very full" the ravenhaired lied.
"Guess we'll save dessert for later then.." the former Shinigami substitute stated and took their plates to the sink. Uryuu brought the rest of the dishes and they quickly found a rhythm of Ichigo doing the washing off and Uryuu drying and putting it away. The boxes Yuzu had stored the meal in were stacked on the table, ready to be brought back to her kitchen.

As the Quincy put away the last plate in the cupboard above the sink, he froze when strong hands were placed on his hips and hot breath ghosted over his neck. After a few seconds, fingers slipped beneath his shirt and caressed the skin softly while a hot mouth placed scorching kisses on the pale neck, earning a quiet, breathed moan.
Ichigo let his hands explore the contours of slim hips, up the toned torso and collarbone while he nibbled lightly at the exposed neck. Uryuu relaxed in the touches and leaned his head back to rest on the redhead's shoulder while quiet moans continued to escape him and the arousal became harder and harder to ignore.
One hand found its way down to caress the Quincy's inner thigh, only gracing the clothed erection and causing lustful gasp. The sound made Ichigo very much aware of his actions effect, edging him to go further. He cupped the bulge in his hand and squeezed softly, earning a much louder sound.
"I-Ichigo.." Uryuu whispered breathless, not sure his legs would hold him much longer. But the redhead continued the teasing, kissing and biting while one hand caressed a hardened nipple and the other continued to squeeze and cup softly. All the while trying to keep himself in check and not lose self-control like he had so often before.
The ravenhaired felt his head spin as heat build in his abdomen and his mouth went dry. Oh god.. he.. I need.. Please.. Something..
"Hnh.. Please.. Stop.. Ah.. Torture.." he gasped quietly.
"You want me to stop?" Ichigo asked a lot more calm than he felt. I went too far.. Shit!
"Yes.. N-no, please continue.. Do more.." The ravenhaired begged and leaned into the former Shinigami substitute's embrace. Ichigo's eyes widened as a light bulb went on in his mind.
Carefully he tugged the zipper down and edged his hand down to free the hard member entrapped in tight jeans and boxers, feeling Uryuu shudder against his chest as he moaned.
The redhead wrapped his hand around the heated flesh and ran his thumb over the wet slit, making the ravenhaired grip onto the counter for balance.
He began stroking; first slowly, then quickly, varying his pace and roughness, doing to the Quincy exactly what he would have liked himself. Remembering that they were still in the kitchen, he stopped, panting just as heavily as the ravenhaired who whimpered slightly at the loss of contact.
"We shouldn't be doing this here" he stated.
"You're right" Uryuu breathed and turned around, revealing his flushed cheeks blue eyes swimming with lust. He was met by bronze mirroring his own and within a second, he was pushed against the counter, hungry lips and eager hands desperate to get closer.
Soon their location was yet again forgotten and Ichigo completely lost himself in his desire, ripping and pulling at the Quincy's clothes to get as close as he possibly could. When the white pants and boxers dropped to the floor, he pushed the ravenhaired up to sit at the counter, forcing him to wrap his legs around the redhead's waist for support.
Ichigo moaned against the pale lips as bare skin ground against his clothed hardness. He opened his eyes to keep focus and inhaled deeply through the nose before prying the welcoming mouth open yet again with his tongue as he lead a hand down to caress the sensitive skin of Uryuu's inner thigh.
The hand ventured a bit further and a finger softly poked the puckered skin, earning a shuddered gasp from the Quincy who then moved his hips to welcome the feeling.
The first finger went in easy, almost being swallowed by the heat and both of them being slightly sweaty from a hot day and their current actions made the muscle loosen up soon after.
Uryuu let out a hiss when the second finger entered but soon leaned his head against the wall behind him, whimpering with pleasure as Ichigo found his sweet spot.
It took all of the redhead's patience not to rush with the preparation while he unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand and let his own heated flesh free. It was already weeping with excitement when he removed his fingers and slowly pushed into the ravenhaired.
"Nnhg.. Stop.. Just lemme.. Adjust" Uryuu breathed painfully halfway. Ichigo merely nodded and kept still, words unable to leave his mouth as the tightness burned around him. Uryuu took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to relax before moving his hips a little. The redhead nearly choked on his breath and graphed on to the counter for support due to the sudden sensation.
"S-sorry... I'm ready." The Quincy whispered and slowly, Ichigo started moving, rolling his hips softly, creating deeper and deeper thrusts while reassuming his caressing of the flushed erection caught between their bodies. Uryuu threw his head back and moaned at the touch, suddenly craving much more friction. He trusted his hips upwards into the hand, tightening himself around the redhead yet again, who this time moaned out loudly.
Within moments, they were both franticly seeking their release, fingers digging into skin or entangled in sweaty hair, mouths hungrily attached.
"I can hardly say I'm surprised" a cold voice cut through the heated atmosphere, immediately making Uryuu freeze.
"-considering how you unhealthily fixated you always were with this Kurosaki.."
"Ryuuken!" Uryuu yelped in disbelief, pushing the former Shinigami substitute off him and stumbled to the ground, pulling his shirt to cover his private parts. After a second to recover, Ichigo too covered himself up, quickly closing his pants while blushing furiously.
"Nor is it surprising that you would be the receiver, you always were quite feminine" The older Ishida said, his glasses hiding his eyes. Uryuu opened his mouth to say something but the redhead beat him to it.
"That's enough, ol' man! It's none of your business but I'll have you know that was a rare treat."
That's a lie. Why is he lying? Uryuu mind was racing while his heart was threatening to explode.
"Is that so?" Ryuuken said with half a smile, slightly amused.
"You're son is more of a man than you will ever be!"
Did he just..? He's defending me!
"I'll take your word for it" The Quincy chuckled.
"What're you doing here, Ryuuken" Uryuu mustered, trying to force the blush away with no luck while staring his father straight in the eyes. Normally, the older Ishida only came by for a visit once every other month, just to check up on him or remind him why he moved out in the first place.
"I have some matters to discuss with you. But please do go clean yourself up first, I'd rather not see my son like this. Besides, I'd like a word with Kurosaki-san in private."
"What" the ravenhaired started but was quickly interrupted.
"It's nothing you need to worry about and I'm sure he will tell you of it later anyway."
He looked at Ichigo who nodded in reassurance and then hurried off to his room to clean up under a cold shower and get dressed while trying to think of any other equally embarrassing moments in his life, none coming to mind though.
"Shit!" What could he possibly want? He never comes by at this hour and what does he want to talk to Kurosa.. Ichigo.. I can't keep referring to him by last name after this.. But what does Ryuuken want with him?
He almost fell over several times while trying to pull his pants up while putting on a white t-shirt.

As soon as the door to the bedroom clicked, the older Ishida turned his focus to the frowning redhead who already seemed more than ready for defense.
"So tell me, how long has this been going on?" he asked and moved for the living room.
"Long enough" Ichigo answered short, slightly hesitant to follow.
"Well I'm pretty sure, whatever the reason, he went out of his way to avoid you for a very long time. What happened? " Ryuuken spoke while opening the glass door and pulled a cigarette as Ichigo finally followed him into the room.
"We talked it out"
The hospital director leaned against the doorframe and blew a mouthful of smoke while observing the young man before him almost amazed at how little he resembled his father nowadays.
"Is that so? I never figured you as much of a talker." Another huff of smoke was let out.
"What are your intentions with my son?"
Ichigo clenched his jaw, expecting to soon be told to stay away, that Shinigami and Quincy had no business together and so on.
"I intend to be by his side as long as he'll let me."
Ryuuken finished his cigarette, dropped it to the ground to extinguish it with his black, polished shoe before moving to sit in the chair, legs crossed and motioned for Ichigo to sit down on the couch.
"So you're in love with him then?"
Within a second, the former Shinigami substitute's face matched his hair as he tried to process the question. Not once had he ever even considered using those words to describe what he felt towards the younger Quincy, it simply never crossed his mind.
"Err.. I'm.. yea, I"
"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" the ravenhaired asked, walking into the room, a stern look focused on his father who returned the look.
"I was merely wondering if you were still determined to attend Karakura University, since Kurosaki-san would also be studying medicine there. But seeing as you two have sorted things out, it seems there would be no reason to assume you weren't.." Ryuuken got up and walked to correct some picture frames standing on a shelve. The pictures Ichigo had studied the first time he came to visit, showing Uryuu and his mother.
"That's correct, I still intend on going to Karakura University and that would be my decision regardless of who els would be studying there. Would there be anything els?" the ravenhaired answered with a voice so cold it made the hairs in the back of the former Shinigami substitute's neck stand up with an uncomfortable chill. Were they always like this?
Even the air around the younger Quincy seemed icy as he sat down on the couch next to Ichigo, arms and legs crossed, as if guarding himself.
I don't think he's even ever been this hostile towards me.. And the ol' man seems the same.
"There is. I have an offer to make" Ryuuken said and pulled an envelope from inside his gray suit jacket and threw it on the coffee table.
"And what would that be?" Uryuu asked, eyes hidden behind glasses reflecting the light.
"That envelope contains the papers to sign this house, that were bought by your beloved grandfather and that you were born and raised in over to you completely and I will sign them on one condition.."
Uryuu's eyes went completely wide and a faint taste of blood spread in his mouth as he bit his tongue by accident.
"What.. What would that condition be?"
"I will sign this house over to you if you sign a contract saying you will refrain from all contact with this boy, Kurosaki Ichigo. If you don't, the house will be returned to me and I will sell it off "