IM SHO SHORRY! I abandoned this for a while… My report card sucked ass because I wasn't getting my assignments in on time. So now I'm actually doing them and that gives me no time to update.

Ishida straightened out at the sight of Ichigo; he seemed exhausted from last night. But he couldn't have had it as bad as Uryu; the smaller guy really took some damage last night and didn't really have much motivation to move right now and his back was keeping him from mobilizing at all.

"Hello Ichigo." Uryu yawned. Last night really took him out and long sentences didn't seem so important to him as of now.

"Hi." Ichigo sat down; the towel he was using left little to the imagination and his boner wasn't really helping. Uryu wished he could get up and put some pants on but not when Chad was there.

Ichigo cupped his hand on his abdomen; it was pretty sore from the "workout" he gave them last night; along with bruises and hickies that Ishida had given him a rather beaten appearance. Uryu blushed a bit at the sight of Ichigo; had he really done that much to such a strong guy like Ichigo?

"Well then… Maybe I should go?" Chad asked, breaking the awkward silence; normally he was the one who created those types of moments. He was very perceptive and probably knew what those two were going to talk about now and said goodbye.

"Bye Chad!" Ichigo waved him off enthusiastically, he felt kind of bad for Chad's departure. He wanted to hang out some more but he knew what was important and Uryu was at the top of his list as of now.

"Bye." Uryu smiled a bit. He liked that guy, (as a friend of course,). Ichigo had caught that smile and thought about it. He hadn't seen Uryu smile nicely like that in, well, forever. Normally it was cheesy smiles he made at Renji or his sisters, but that was a warm little grin that made Ichigo want to smile himself. But he didn't for fear that Uryu would notice and ask him why he was smiling while looking at his face.

"Well… do you wanna get dressed? I um- I washed your jeans for you; they were covered in- uh you know; now I think they're in the dryer if Yuzu listened. But you can borrow some of mine if you'd like." Ichigo smiled sheepishly at Uryu. They had some pre-cum on them from last night so Ichigo stealthily ran to the washer and stuck them in with some of his clothes.

"Thanks Ichigo." Uryu sighed. He picked a pair of skinny jeans that were way too small for Ichigo and put them on; they were still a bit long and baggy but they'd have to do until his jeans were done. He decided to make new ones today and got started cutting up a pair of jeans that Ichigo didn't like. They were like those ones that got wider at the knee and Ichigo didn't really like that. But Uryu incorporated that into the new; much smaller version. He decided to take a break and have some breakfast.

"Uryu?"

"Yeah?"

"We kind of need to talk." Ichigo suggested quietly.

"Why?"

"Well, you know how we did it?" Ichigo spoke rather softly. He didn't know how Uryu would react to him.

"Yeah…" Uryu sighed.

"What are we gonna do about it?" Ichigo was worried that if his dad found out that he'd like, disown him or some other horrible thing like that. He was pretty sure that his dad would accept him any way, but this seemed pretty huge. He hadn't told his dad yet, and he had no clue that Uryu was gay.

"Well I don't see the point in making a big deal about all of this." Uryu yawned.

"Well I'm sorry but I can't exactly run off and go to another alley." Ichigo muttered. It was true; Uryu didn't have to face the people he worked for after they were done so it made sense.

"Are you suggesting I worked in alleys?" Uryu glared at Ichigo. He had a bit more self respect than that. But only a little.

"Yeah a bit. Anyways there's no shame in that. Aside from the fact that giving blow jobs in public is illegal." Ichigo mocked. He knew Uryu had a bit of an opening from that and he wasn't above exploiting it a bit.

"Oh shut up." Uryu felt like punching him in the face a bit but it seemed a little drastic for a few simple insults. He wasn't worth it anyways. "Either way I'm stuck here with you now so try not to make me fuck you up."

"Oh? So now you're gonna be on top. That's pretty brave Ishida." Ichigo said tauntingly. He didn't exactly get what Uryu meant by "Fuck you up" but still it seemed like a good comeback.

"Last time I checked I didn't say yes to you so shut up." Uryu was right, Ichigo had taken his pants off long before he got any consent from Ishida, but after that it went pretty smoothly aside from Uryu's pants.

"Why'd you let me?"

"Because you weigh a lot more than me, and don't let the fact that I was hammered get past you." Ishida muttered. "I don't even think I came so you're probably really proud of yourself now." Uryu smiled. "You really sucked though, just to let you know."

"Really? Well I guess I'm not a pro like you then." Ichigo glared. "That was my first time you know."

"Well in that case get some practice." Uryu muttered to himself. He had to get off himself that night, Ichigo had fallen asleep right after he pulled out. That kid is going to have a horrible sex life if he kept that up.

"Hm? Why would I need to practice? For you? I don't think so." Ichigo snarled. He knew that maybe if he tried hard enough that he could hit a little close to home. It might sound a bit psychotic but if he lost this argument he might never get to do it with Uryu again. Uryu was really good at sex from his experience and personally; Ichigo thought that Uryu was the smexiest thing ever. *smexy is a word now*

"Well if you plan on doing it with anyone you have to help them get off either way. It's a rule I promise."

"Wait- y-you were on top once?" Ichigo stuttered. He thought Uryu was a hooker and typically, guy hookers were bottom sluts (and in his rather mean opinion) with no real pride in their bodies.

"Well I had a boyfriend at the orphanage for some length of time before he found a family. He was really cute and it wasn't a surprise that he found someone but jeez it really sucked. But yeah. He made me be bottom almost all the time but once he let me on top and I didn't do so good."

Ichigo chucked at Uryu's sudden loss of grammar and smiled. "I dunno. If you don't wanna make a big deal out of this then that's cool too, but you are really cute. Just lettin' you know."

Uryu blushed. "Thanks… Ichigo; if you wanted to make something of it then that's cool too. But I don't know if I can trust anyone anymore. I hope you can understand all this but I can't. Don't take it personally." Uryu felt bad. But if Ichigo did want him he'd have to wait or find someone new.

Ichigo sighed. "Well I tried and can say I did. I understand…" He looked at his feet and sighed; it was still only 9? Hm. They could have breakfast now.

When they got downstairs they were both greeted by Yuzu. She had made them a big breakfast with bacon, eggs, pancakes and fruit. They sat down and ate, having a conversation about food again. Uryu seemed really tired though, yet he participated with the conversation and ate more than usual. Then he had helped Yuzu with the dishes that they had made and then sat down on the couch with Ichigo; they were watching some T.V. show that Uryu had never heard of. In fact he had hardly ever seen T.V. before he came there; most of the time when he was living with his dad he had no interest in what was going on in the world (too busy training to be a Quincy) and at the orphanage they only had one T.V. (the fat kid always bullied the others out of the remote). Now he didn't really care, and just sat there with Ichigo, trying his best to figure out what was going on, ultimately failing miserably. He fell asleep a few minutes later, trying to connect some of the dots from last night.

He had figured that Ichigo and he did it missionary, that he didn't cum once, that Ichigo had a really big dick, and his ass wasn't ready. Also, he could tell right now that he had been stretched a bit. But still, he was really tempted by just seeing that big cock in his mind.

"Uryu?" Ichigo had heard a cute little moan escape the smaller boy's lips, making him a bit hard himself. Unfortunately for Ichigo, Uryu had shook himself awake. He blushed and realized what he had been doing, and the bright pink that Ichigo's cheeks and ears had become confirmed it.

"Yeah?" Playin' it cool…

"What was that?" Ichigo asked.

"Do you wanna go upstairs again?" Ichigo asked. He could tell that Uryu wasn't exactly compelled by Naruto and Sasuke duking it out so he had suggested that.

"Yeah sure." Uryu stood up and stretched. He didn't have to borrow a shirt from Ichigo, as he had his own. It was a button up collar shirt with a blue cross on the front pocket. Ishida seemed to like crosses. Besides the nice color and scheme, it was maybe a bit big on him. It seemed odd that he had a shirt that was too big on him, but when it came to pants, Uryu seemed to be wearing something too small for him.

They went upstairs to find Karin standing in front of their door.

"Hi?" Uryu asked. She was obviously standing there on purpose.

"What were you two thinking?" Karin said a bit loudly. She knew what they were doing last night.

"Whaddaya mean by that?" Ichigo was genuinely oblivious.

"I know what you two were up to last night. See you both have hickies on your necks." Karin shoved them in front of the bathroom mirror. They both blushed and realized that they did have some bite marks on their necks. Ichigo's was barely noticeable, while Uryu's was dark and purplish. He soon realized that Yuzu probably thought that her brother turned him into a vampire or something. What about when Isshin came home? Would they have faded by then? Well Ichigo's was barely there, it would fade in less than a day probably.

"When is your dad coming home?" Uryu turned around and asked Karin.

"In a few days probably. They'll probably be gone or faded considerably by then. If not I guess you're screwed." Karin looked at her nails.

"Actually I have just the thing for this sort of problem." Uryu went back to Ichigo's room and returned with a small bottle. "Concealer. It's great for hickies, neh?"

"Where'd you get that?" Ichigo eyed the small bottle suspiciously.

"Well, I don't know much about sado-masochism but people used to leave bruises and scratches on my body. And I don't really like having those so when I stopped by the convenience store I got some. It works like a charm.

"Well I'm not particularly fond of makeup so I guess I'll pass." Ichigo was too manly for that.

"Suit yourself." Ishida started covering up his bite mark carefully. In a few minutes, it seemed like it was gone.

"Hm. Not bad." Ichigo looked at the now normal looking neck and then back at his. It wasn't so bad that he'd have to use something to cover it up, but it was pretty pink. He couldn't really see it against the backdrop of his darker skin so he left it alone.

Uryu returned to Ichigo's room and tried to sit down on the hard wooden chair but found he couldn't. He flinched at the blunt but very uncomfortable pain in his ass. He wasn't feeling too hot right now so he flopped on the bed lazily. Right now wasn't the time to worry about the hickey or how anyone else thought about him; now was his chill time.

Ichigo walked in, and immediately saw the cute sight of Ishida trying to sleep on his tummy, but then he couldn't breathe very well. Ichigo sat down beside him and ran his fingers through his hair. Today seemed to be going by so slow and it was driving him crazy, it all seemed so surreal.

Uryu rolled over by him and buried his face in Ichigo's legs; near his lap, his thighs acting like a pillow, although they were the farthest thing from being soft or billowy. Right now Ichigo felt like falling asleep too; the sight of Uryu sleeping like an angel was making him drowsy just looking at him. He felt his eyelids drooping, and subconsciously leaned backwards; falling into a deep, pleasant sleep.

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"Nii-San!" Yuzu opened Ichigo's door, to see her brother with Uryu's face in his lap. And although this looked mildly suggestive, she nudged her brother's shoulder and woke him up.

"Hi Yuzu…" Ichigo said incoherently. He was horrible at waking up.

Uryu perked up too, ignoring the fact that he had been practically burying his face in Ichigo's crotch. When he saw Yuzu he noticed that the concealer on his neck was almost gone. He tried to hide it as bast he could, but she of course noticed. The little girl wouldn't miss a thing on Ishida; she had paid close attention to him ever since Karin had explained what a hooker was and she didn't want to have him go through that again. Still it was kind of his choice…

"Hello Yuzu… what's up?" Uryu had noticed that she was looking at his neck, his bruised purple neck. He blushed and turned away.

"Uryu-chan?" Yuzu pulled on his chin, causing him to flinch a bit. "Uryu-chan what happened?"

"Don't worry about it; I got it before I came here."

"No you didn't." Yuzu stated; her tone very firm. It seemed like she was almost mad at him for a second there.

"Well I dunno- why are you asking me?" Uryu said quietly. He was horrible at lying and right now it's not really working for him right now; but it seemed to be working for Yuzu, who had figured out that whatever it was Uryu didn't want to tell her about it.

"Fine. But no more of it okay?" Yuzu exited the room quietly; she had forgotten whatever she was going to tell them anyways; she'd remember later.

"What was that all about?" Ichigo stated it more than asked. He wasn't in the mood for bullshit and his head hurt. Uryu didn't reply; he knew that was a rhetorical question. He sat there and ran his hand through his hair.

"Well that nap was nice anyways; neh? I'd say I haven't slept better in my life." He was right. When he lived at his father's place, he had always known that he'd come home drunk and probably yell at mom; and when he was at the orphanage he had always been woken up by someone trying to use him. Here he had nothing much to worry about and he had some money if he needed to live on the streets again for any reason. A purely hypothetical situation, but still.

Ishida stood up and checked the time. It was half past three; they were out for a long time then. He was normally a very light sleeper, taking short naps throughout the day but that proved to be very unpractical and it bothered others. So that's why Ichigo and he started to sleep together. They kept each other at rest and happiness.

Uryu wondered if Ichigo was actually interested in him; or if the red head was just hammered and really horny or something like that. The latter seemed more likely because Ichigo seemed so interested in Mizuiro; and he could definitely do better than a former hooker/pole dancer. That would be pretty weird seeing someone as tall and muscular as Ichigo kissing a short and skinny as Mizuiro; and the possibility of that was very low because Mizuiro was into women. Older women.

Uryu sat back down on the edge of Ichigo's bed, by his feet. "So what should we do now?"

"I dunno." Ichigo leaned on the wall behind his bed. He stood up and logged on to his computer. He had left open a few websites he had visited a while ago. They were his e-mail which had his chat open; (Uryu wondered just what they were chatting about because Ichigo had hurriedly closed it up) and a few guitar tabs for some song he was trying to learn. The raven haired boy just pulled out some sewing stuff and began working on another shirt. It was a dark violet in color; he had started sewing "Nice Vibe" on it before Ichigo turned around and asked what language it was in.

"English."

"Really? That's cool... Do you know any other languages?"

"A lot actually. German, Spanish… the list goes on." Uryu thumbed his hair through his fingers lazily. "I could teach you some if you'd like…" He resumed sewing, not looking at Ichigo as he spoke, his eyes trailing off to the scissors that he needed to cut out the next felt letter. He thought that this was turning out better than he had initially because he lacked the typical fabric that he used to make letters with. He was going to give this to Ichigo; who seemed to like it already.

"So what does that say?"

Uryu explained it to him using "little words" as he had promised. Ichigo asked him if he could have it.

"This was originally going to be yours anyways. Uryu thumbed the purple cloth in his fingers, and after sewing on the B and E he was satisfied. It looked lovely, the letters were all neatly cut and sewed on, and Ichigo had put on a bright red long t-shirt on underneath so that the purple kind of popped a bit. The kid might have weird style but his understanding of colors and how they work together was very tuned in. Ichigo went downstairs in his new shirt, having been complimented by Yuzu. He explained that Uryu had made it; so she mentioned it to him to. Uryu beamed. He was happy that someone was noticing his work; and told himself mentally that he'd make Yuzu something next.

"So what are we doing next Ichigo?" Uryu popped up behind Ichigo.

"We?" Ichigo asked.

"Well I dunno… I thought that maybe we could hang out…" Uryu seemed really nervous. Ichigo was rather intimidating at times and the smart guy knew his place in Ichigo's mind. Except for the whole "doing it" thing; that seemed to be a question never answered.

"Wow; just kidding. You're so uptight." Ichigo snorted.

Uryu sighed in relief. Ichigo was so weird and scary sometimes; he was always tell Uryu to get a sense of humour but the boy had no idea when to be relaxed and when to be more serious. He tended to the latter; otherwise he was like a socially awkward penguin type of guy who would stand behind two people having a conversation for ten minutes and then he'd forget what he was going to say. He was still wondering what they were going to do; still Ishida followed Ichigo out of the door loyally.

As they walked quietly Ichigo had been texting his friends. Ichigo was a very slow text-er for someone who was born and lived in Japan; he often asked people to just text for him to save time. Uryu walked right beside Ichigo the entire time, he liked the scenery of the place (he had never really got a good view of this neighbourhood at day.) Then he watched Ichigo argue with the auto correct. He didn't really understand cell-phones because he never had one himself; yet watching Ichigo struggle with the small device and with his rather large thumbs still made him giggle.

"Oh great. Now I don't have any service. What a pain in the ass!" Spoken like a true Jap.

"Well you could just find whoever you're looking for." Uryu looked at who Ichigo was talking to.

"Well- I guess. He lives across town though." Ichigo pointed down the street.

"Hm. I'm up for a nice long walk; are you?" Uryu smiled. They silently agreed to go to whoever's house.

When they made it across town it was around 12:00. The sun was up high and it was around 20 degrees out.

"So who exactly are we going to meet up with?" Uryu prodded his glasses up on his nose a bit. It was an odd habit. The dark haired boy had no idea where it came from exactly; maybe when his glasses were way too big for his head?

"Well all of my (and maybe your) friends have managed to all get invited to Keigo's place. So now we are going there too." Ichigo stated.

Uryu huffed. He hadn't planned on doing much today and he was too tired to deal with people. Maybe he could just ignore everyone and pretend to be asleep? Nah; Ichigo would either brush him off or wake him up. It wasn't like he was the life of the party; also he was rather shy and wasn't good at talking to others.

Ichigo knocked before letting himself in; he knew that Keigo wouldn't keep him out even if he had a bloody axe in his hands. That wasn't even stretching it.

Keigo had nothing against pouncing on him though. Ichigo threw him off though; making sure it hurt but not enough to kill the boy. "Ichigo how could you be so cruel?" Keigo got up and dusted off his jeans. His apartment was nice; the furniture was lime green, and the cupboards were all white.

Uryu looked around, this place seriously reminded him of his father's house; except the furniture was all blue. He walked up to a catfish tank that Mizuho had been taking care of for a while now. Most of the fish were white and orange and there were lots of decoration; a treasure chest kinda looking thing and plants. Uryu watched them for a bit; until he realized that there were other people in the room. Renji in particular, whom he had caught looking at his ass again. He sat down beside Chad and Mizuiro, he thought that Mizuiro smelt a bit like a ginger snaps and too much axe; but it was alright.

Ichigo entered with Keigo; food and pop in his arms. He set down most of the food on the table but kept those lovely little cheese puffs in his arms for himself. Uryu took a few oreos and didn't talk much unless he was asked a question. Other than that he tried to stay pretty quiet.

"What's wrong Uryu-san?" Mizuiro asked.

"Oh no nothing- wh-why do you ask?" Uryu stuttered. He was really zoned out.

"Well you have this searching look in your eyes; I just thought that you were sad or scared or something. Heh…"

"Nope. I just- um… It's nothing I just don't like uh- I don't talk much." Uryu smiled but most of them could see right through it.

As they all had a conversation Uryu sat and drifted off to sleep on Chad's arm. He snored lightly; and Ichigo swore he could hear him mutter something along the lines of "no mister brontosaurus- I don't want any more interlaminated testicles." Ichigo was seriously starting to question Ishida's sanity for a bit before keeping up his conversation with Tatsuki. They were talking about Ishida; she was one of the very few people Ichigo could really open up to aside from Chad and he felt that a girl was easier to talk with seriously. In fact this point was proven by the fact that he had almost spilt the beans about Uryu and his rather shameful past. It wasn't him being dumb or drunk, but he had really gotten into talking and had nothing much else to talk about. His family was normal, and everyone had kind of figured out about how Ichigo was a Shinigami.

Still; they managed to have a good time and great conversation about the boy, Ichigo had him almost figured out and learned how to talk to him without insulting, angering etc Uryu.

Mizuiro nudged Ishida back awake; apparently Mizuho was back and was teaching Ichigo some kendo moves, and now the stereo was on and pounding some killer dubstep. He was surprised he could sleep through all of that…

"Morning "sunshine"," Ichigo said sarcastically. "You slept for, like, 6 hours dude." Ichigo dodged an otherwise knockout blow from Keigo's older sister.

"That's good, because he'll have lots of energy for the party tonight!" Keigo was sitting on the couch behind Uryu. Party? Oh dear…