Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Bleach. If I did, Rukia would be in the Soul Society with, well, nothing, and Bleach would be filled with hot smexy scenes of great yaoiness.

Summary: This chapter is Urahara-Ichigo. Lets see if it actually decides if it wants a plot, or if it just becomes PWP. Enjoy the smuttiness and lemoniness of it all. Oh yeah, FOR REFERANCE: Urahara is 29, and Ichigo is 18. Even I can't have too much of an age difference, because it reminds me too much of pedophilia, which I don't support, by the way. And we all know there are major pedophiles in anime; Aizen, Orochimaru, a few others that I can't remember.

Warnings: Hot lemon, swearing,...yeah, that's about it. Pervertedness too.

Music Of Choice: I Write Sins Not Tragedies; by Panic! At the Disco

Build God, Then We'll Talk; by Panic! At the Disco

Welcome To The Black Parade; My Chemical Romance

Secrets

Beneath The Skin

It started off as nothing more than being acquaintances, really. More sensei and student than anything else, and he was okay with that. Although Kurosaki Ichigo would never admit that he admired that tall, seemingly ageless man more than anyone else in the world.

Urahara Kisuke. Former captain in the Gotei 13. Affectionately, in Ichigo's case, anyway, called Mr. Hat and Clogs. He wore a rediculous dark brown coat over a green outfit, traditional japanese sandals, and a silly green and white hat. He carried a cane, which was actually his Zanpaku-to, Benihime, the Red Princess, and he had the loveliest greenish-blue eyes. Again, in Ichigo's opinion, anyway. And a very cute, short stubble across his chin.

He could still remember that first meeting with the owner of the Urahara Shop, meeting that eccentric for the very first time, setting off a spark of...something inside him...

Flashback:

"Why dad needs these stupid candy things I'll never know. It's not like he really has a sweet tooth." Ichigo mumbled, scratching his bright orange hair in annoyance. He was currently standing in front of a shop he'd never noticed before now, a shop simply called "Urahara's Shop." He wondered what kind of whack job lived here. Sighing, he went foreword to knock on the shoji door, only to have it open the minute he approached.

"Man, I thought you were going to stand there forever, carrot-top!" The young voice belonged to a redheaded boy carrying a broom like it was a weapon. Next to him stood a young girl, about the same age as the boy, with long black hair and a thin bang hanging down the middle of her face. She was carrying a broom too.

Ichigo groaned; great, first he had to run an errand for his stupid father, and now he'd been insulted by a punk kid. This just wasn't his day. "Look, kid, just get the owner of this shop, would you? I'm here to pick up an order."

"Hm? You're here to pick up an order? I don't remember you ordering anything, and I always remember my customers."

The lilting, definately amused voice came from behind the two kids; Ichigo looked up, and gulped. There stood a man just an inch taller than him, eyes and light blond hair shadowed by a green and white hat and body covered in a brown and green outfit. He was holding a cane, and had pale skin, unlike Ichigo, who was a little tan. And he was holding a traditional creme-colored fan in front of his face, and seemed to be smiling behind it, but that was uncertain. Ichigo felt something in his body spark just from staring at the man.

"Hmm? Is something the matter?" The man questioned, his eyes peeking from below the brim of the hat.

Ichigo gulped and shook his head, pulling a folded piece of paper out of his jeans pocket. "I'm not the one who ordered anything; it was my dad. He sent me to retrieve it; here." It was almost too much, getting close enough to hand the man the paper, but he controlled himself from jumping the man, just barely.

The shopowner looked down at the paper, and grinned, putting the fan away. Where, exactly, the fan disappeared to was uncertain. "Ah, welcome then! I'm Urahara Kisuke, owner of this 'fine' establishment. I remember your father, alright, one Kurosaki Isshin. Quite a character he was. Come in, and I'll have Mr. Tessai make you some tea while I get this order. Jinta, Ururu, back to chores."

Ichigo followed Urahara into the shop, hearing the grumbles from the redhead and soothing remarks from the girl. He also heard a noise, and turned, seeing a large, tan man with dark glasses, a large black mustache, and braided dreadlocks wearing an apron slip into another room. It was probably that Mr. Tessai.

"Here we are. Wait here, please, Mr. Kurosaki-chibi." And then Urahara disappeared. Ichigo shrugged and settled himself on the floor on one of the cushions surrounding a table. There was a phone and a small tv, and a few stands around the room. It was actually a pretty nice place. He was admiring the room when he heard footsteps, and saw Urahara coming into the room, carrying what looked like a heavy box, which he set in front of Ichigo on the table. At the same time, the large man entered, carrying a tray with small tea cups. Ichigo took his with a nod of thanks.

"Well, this is it; the order. You don't have to pay me; your father did that when he first ordered them. So, Mr. Kurosaki-chibi, do you have a first name?" Urahara asked, once again hiding his face behind the fan. It gave him a better chance to study the young specimen before him. Warm yet frustrated brown eyes, bright orange hair that stood out like blood on snow, and a white school uniform. He wore no jewelery, which seemed rare in kids these days. But what was really weird was the amount of spiritual energy that the shopowner could feel eminating from the boy. It was very unusual, but that could be explained by his heritage.

"Oh, of course. Sorry for being impolite; my name's Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo." Ichigo was never usually polite; in fact, he hated to be, but he felt something about this guy, and decided he deserved respect. "So, what exactly did my dad order? The name sounded like candy, but that certainly doesn't look like candy." Not to mention that with his heightened sixth sense, Ichigo could feel power coming from the tiny, colored balls in the box.

Urahara nodded slowly. "It's not candy. But it's against my code to talk about what I sell; if you really want to know, ask your father. But, whatever you do, don't eat any of them until you know exactly what they are."

He lifted his head then, and Ichigo saw a strange gleam in those greenish-blue eyes, something that made him shiver with some foreign emotion. He had a feeling that he'd be seeing a lot more of this odd shopowner, Mr. Urahara Kisuke.

End Flashback:

And he had. He'd learned about Shinigami, Soul Reapers, and learned that his father used to be one. He'd inherited those powers from his father, and in his senior year of high school, those powers had begun to fluncuate out of control. At a loss of what to do, even his father didn't know, he'd gone back to Urahara. The shopowner had taken him beneath his basement at the shop, an underworld of sorts, and taught him to control his powers, and channel them into an object, which turned out to be a specialized Zanpaku-to, which he'd found out was named Zangetsu.

And, although it taken him over three weeks, he was now pretty confident when it came to using his spiritual powers. Although, he still couldn't beat Urahara. But he never gave up. And why was that? Because he got to see a sweaty, hot, sexy Kisuke, hoping that the shopowner saw him in the same light. Of course, it seemed that so far he didn't. But he had a few plans to change that. After all, he was a healthy 18 year old boy, he had needs and urges, and he refused to let them go unmet.

And Plan A was going to be executed today, after school.

xx

"Hey, Ichigo, you wanna hang out after school?!" Asano Keigo yelled right in Ichigo's ear, which only earned him a punch in the face. "Ow! Ichigo, why do you have to be so mean?" He wailed, covering his face with his hands.

Ichigo sighed heavily. "Shut up, Keigo. I've got something to do. Why don't you hang out with Mizuiro." Ichigo suggested, and skipped out of the classroom before anyone else could bother him. He didn't even want to talk to Chad, or Inoue, or Uryu. He wanted to see one person, and one person alone. And that one person was named Urahara Kisuke. Ichigo could feel his lips twisting upward in giddiness. But it faded when he realized he had to go home first. This sucks ass. I don't want to go home; dad's just going to bitch at me for something stupid, like purposefully failing that math test earlier in the week. This is so stupid.

And sure enough, the minute he stepped through his front door, he had to dodge a rediculously easy to dodge kick. Kurosaki Isshin flew past him and crashed into the sidewalk, crying fake tears as he wailed to his Masaki about how his only son hated him. Ichigo scoffed at that. It was true, in a way. He really did hate his dad sometimes.

"Hey, Karin, Yuzu. How's it going?" Ichigo asked, setting his backpack on the kitchen table.

The twin girls were sitting beside each other on the couch, watching something or another on the TV. The dark-haired Karin glanced up, a scowl, which seemed a trademark of some of Kurosaki family members, on her face.

"What are you doing, Ichigo? Going somewhere?"

Ichigo shrugged. "I'm meeting up with a friend. He's going to help me with some school work."

Yuzu smiled happily. "I'm so happy! You've always seemed so distant, but you're actually meeting a friend without any prompting from us! Isn't that great, Karin?"

A sob was heard from Isshin. "No, it isn't great! I was hoping we could all sit down and play a board game, like a real family, but now that Ichigo is going to be gone, we can't do that!!" Then, his face seemed to light up as he glanced at his daughters. "That's okay! The girls can play with daddy! It'll be so fu-gagh!"

Karin had just thrown her book at his face, forcibly shutting him up. "You're so weird! Why don't you grow up?!" She shouted, a tic in her forehead.

Ichigo chucked; his family was definately odd. "I don't know if I'll be back tonight, so don't make me any dinner, Yuzu. And don't forget to do your homework! Oh, and keep Kon out of trouble, Karin." He gave his orders, ticking them off on his fingers as he stared at the lion stuffed animal in Yuzu's lap.

"Sure thing. Hey, aren't you going to change first?" Karin asked, eyeballing Ichigo's uniform with a critical eye.

The orange-haired 18 year old shrugged, before nodding. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Be right back." He disappeared, and reappeared in minutes, this time wearing jeans and a light t-shirt with the words Happy Feet stetched on the front, and a penguin with gray feathers doing a dance. "Thanks, Karin. I'll see you guys later, and would you give up, dad?! You're so stupid!" Ichigo shouted, punching his dad in the face. Isshin could only weep as his son swept out the door.

Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the house; sometimes, his family was just too much, even for him. He began walking to the Urahara Shop, ignoring the strange looks he seemed to get from the people around him. He was fairly used to them by now. He was almost to the shop, with no one else around, thankfully, when he heard a small noise, much like a sob, coming from across the fence. His brow furrowed in confusion and curiosity, Ichigo decided he just had to find out what that noise was, considering that it kept reaching him, and took a running leap at the wall, hoisting himself over the fence. It was a pretty admirable feat, if he did say so himself.

On the other side of the fence was a spirit. At least, he thought it was a spirit. It was a small girl with teal-colored hair and bright eyes, which were currently shedding thick tears, and a broken skull mask covering her short messy hair. There was a thick maroon-colored stripe stetching across her nose and cheeks, just under her eyes. She was wearing a full-body brownish cloak, and sobbing as she sat on the ground. Ichigo shrugged and stepped over to her, watching her flinch and look up at him with wide eyes as he knelt in front of her.

"Hey. What's wrong?" He questioned, wishing his voice didn't hold that harsh quality that came from yelling too much.

The girl sniffled and continued to stare at him, her hands fisted beneath her eyes, but she didn't speak. So, he tried another tactic.

"My name's Ichigo. Do you have a name?"

Suddenly, the girl's face stretched in a broad smile, and she stopped crying, only to wave her arms about wildly. "Itsygo! Itsygo!" She laughed happily, giggling like the little girl she was when her fist thwapped Ichigo right in the face.

Ichigo scowled, but didn't yell at the girl like he wanted to. "Yes, Ichigo; that's my name. What's yours?"

She continued to giggle happily, but she answered him anyway. "Nel Tu! Nel Tu Odershvank ish my name, Itsygo!" She sobered up then, and pulled up her cloak just enough to show a badly scraped knee. "Nel Tu hurts her knee." She whispered, already tearing up again.

Ichigo nodded, wanting to sigh but resisting. "Come on; maybe Mr. Hat and Clogs has a first aid kit, and we can get you cleaned up." He picked her up easily, noticing that she seemed much too light, even for a child. That was weird. He shook his head as he walked onto the porch in the yard he was in; it apparently led into the shop as well. Although, it was more like the storage part of the shop. "Hey! Mr. Urahara, where are you?" Ichigo called as he made his way down a slightly unfamiliar hallway.

"Why, Ichigo, I didn't expect you today! And look, you brought someone to play with too!"

Urahara's voice came from behind him, and he swiveled around, catching a fleeting grin in that pale face. Ichigo felt his body clench at the sight, however short it was, and nearly dropped Nel. Thankfully, he didn't; his reflexes had gotten better since he'd begun training. "Yeah; she's hurt. I found her in the yard over there. Got a first aid kit?"

Urahara nodded behind his ever-present fan. "Leave her with Mr. Tessai. He'll get her fixed up, don't you worry. You can wait for her with me in the back room, while we drink some tea. Come along. Mr. Tessai!"

The large, dark man appeared suddenly, as if he'd always been in the room. Seriously, that man was freaky, and he moved like a cat. A stalking cat. He took Nel from Ichigo's arms, ignoring her protests, and Ichigo waved at her before following Urahara. There was already tea waiting for them, as well as small cakes, as if the shopowner had been expecting him.

"Well, Ichigo, what brings you to my shop on a Friday afternoon? Don't you have friends to hang out with?" Urahara joked as he snapped his fan shut.

Ichigo shrugged. "Playing around with normal people isn't something I want to really continue doing. I mean, what if my riatsu suddenly goes out of control? Or if the inner hollow you said I possess decides to take control? I can't risk having the people I know hurt by me." His eyes were downcast now, the perfect picture of dejection.

Urahara sighed. It seemed like this was an old arguement between the two of them, when in reality they'd only talked about this only two times before. Still, it annoyed him that such a young man was already dealing with problems that most didn't face in their own lifetimes. "I've told you before, Kurosaki Ichigo: the barrier I've put around your spiritual powers won't allow them to escape. And the only way your hollow can come out is if you let him out, and judging by the way you speak of it, that is certainly never going to happen. You have nothing to worry about." He took a sip of tea, watching Ichigo taste the small strawberry shortcake on his plate. It seemed the boy actually liked sweets, despite his harsh demeanor. It was amusing to see him devour those strawberries in plump li-no! No thinking like that! Urahara mentally smacked himself.

"So, I was wondering if you'd mind if I could stay here tonight. I could help with chores and such, and you could help me with training!" Ichigo worked hard to keep his face emotionless and his voice stoic. It was hard, but he did it.

Hm. It would be bad to have him here, because I'd have to look at Ichigo while he'll be sleeping, and he'll probably be just as cute as normal, if not more so! Then again, we'll get to train together, and that's always so much fun. He's so strong, so vigorous, I get excited just watchi-no! Bad thoughts! I've got to stop thinking that! Urahara hid his face behind his mask now, hiding his thoughts and his eyes. He was silent for too long, though, for Ichigo stopped eating and stared at the shopowner, a sheepish look on his face.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so foreword." Once more, Ichigo looked downcast, although for a much different reason. He couldn't believe he'd just blown his chances!

"Oh, no, no, I don't mind you staying over. I just think it's weird that a boy like you wouldn't have something better to do on the weekend than stay over at an old man's shop and train." He was smiling a little amusedly when he said it, when in reality he was actually quite happy the boy was deciding to stay over. It was...exciting, for lack of a better word.

"Great! Do you have any chores you need me to get done now?" Ichigo asked, having finished his little cake.

"No, nothing; Mr. Tessai will take care of it. We'll just get right on with the training, shall we?"

And that was how they ended up beneath the shop, in the vast basement that seemed completely unreal. It always surprised Ichigo when he saw it, because it didn't belong there at all.

"Now, lets get started, shall we?" Urahara smirked, raising his cane and smacking Ichigo in the middle of the forehead with it.

This seperated Icihgo's soul from his body; as his body fell lifeless to the floor, he stood behind it, in his Shihakushou with his Zanpaku-to hanging on his back. He always felt...released, somehow, when he became a shinigami, shedding his body like a snake sheds its skin. He smiled a little as he flexed first one hand, then the other, before looking at the shopowner. "What kind of training am I going to learn now?"

Urahara suddenly turned deadly serious. "Something very dangerous. You are going into your inner world and are going to converse with your inner hollow. The outcome of such a thing is undetermined, but it would help you to learn not only more about yourself and your powers, but also a way to control your hollow powers." He pointed to a bed sort-of-looking thing, and motioned for Ichigo to lay on it.

Ichigo did, a sort of worried look on his face. "This isn't safe, is it?"

The blond smirked. "Not at all. Now, just relax your spirit, and find your center. Allow Zangetsu to lead you to your inner world. Trust him, and trust me."

The shinigami breathed slowly, in and out. He could do that; he always trusted Urahara. He felt something, like a jolt, run through his body, originating from his Zanpaku-to, and wanted to wince, but refused. Instead, he relaxed farther, listening to the soothing voice of his secret crush.

In no time at all, and before he even realized it, he was there.

xx

"Well, King, looks like ya finally decided ta show yer face. Heh." The distorted voice came out of nowhere, startling Ichigo into opening his eyes.

He found himself in a familiar position, resting against the side of a building with his arms and legs crossed. And he wasn't falling this time. Glancing around, he spotted the familiar pole thing, and followed it up, expecting to see Zangetsu. Instead, he was greeted with quite a shock.

There was another man standing on the pole, another him. Although, where Ichigo was tan, this teenager was albino pale, with snow-white hair and black lips and nails. His Shihakushou was white as well, the insides of it black. And his eyes. His eyes were pure yellow, golden at times, surrounded in black. Next to him was a white Zangetsu.

Ichigo blinked, startled. "W-who're you? Are you...me?" He gasped out, his arms uncrossing as he continued to stare.

The other him scoffed. "Me? I'm no one! I don't have a name!" He almost seemed proud of it, if the look on his face was anything to go by, but that face was Ichigo's face, and he knew himself. This other half didn't like not having a name at all.

Ichigo nodded slowly. "I see. I get it now; you're my inner hollow, aren't you? That explains why you look like me, and have a Zangetsu." His shock was wearing off now.

The albino shrugged his shoulders. "I don' care if ya know what I am or not. What I care about is why ya've come here after all this time, after ignoring your other half for so long!" This time it was a distorted growl, accompanied with a pale hand suddenly fisted in his Shihakushou. Ichigo flinched.

"Okay, look, Ogihci, sorry for ignoring you, but you can't really blame me! After all, all I know about hollows is they're evil. They destroy things. How was I supposed to think that you weren't going to do the same thing?" Ichigo growled right back, fisting his own hand in that white cloth.

The albino stared at him. "What did you just call me?"

Ichigo shrugged. "Ogihci. If you're me, and you don't have a name, then I figured I'd just give you one. Granted, this is only the reverse of my name, but it fits, if you're the reverse of me." He still didn't say anything. "Um, are you going to let me go?"

The albino, now called Ogihci, nodded and dropped his hand. "Why did ya come here, King? Got a good reason?" He questioned, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Yeah, actually. Now that I know you're not totally evil, and you don't want to kill me to take over my body, how about a partnership?" Ichigo asked, holding out his hand. "Besides, Urahara told me that I could learn some things from you. At least, I think that's what he was talking about."

Ogichi smirked before heartily shaking his hand, then slapping it. "Great! An' Urahara? Ain't that the guy yer crushin' on?"

Ichigo blushed. "Don't talk about that!" He hissed in embarrassment.

Ogichi smirked some more. "Why not? Ya like him, I like him; hell, he's hot an' powerful. Lets fuck him."

Ichigo's blush intensified. "Don't say that so casually! What if someone heard you?"

Ogichi glanced around, his mouth hanging open a little. "King, we're in yer inner world. Who is gonna hear us?" Ichigo shrugged. "I thought so. Now, come on; merge wit' me. I got a plan to get that sexy shopowner for the both of us."

The orange haired teen started to get a little worried, but nodded anyway, and gripped the side of the sharp hollow mask Ogichi held in between them. He felt dark power rushing through him, engulfing him, and then he felt nothing.

xx

Hm, perhaps it wasn't a good idea to suggest that little trip. Urahara admitted, although silently, that he might have been wrong with this new training. And the bad part is, I can't wake him from this state. He has to do that on his own. Hurry up, Ichigo. He stared down at the prone body lying on the bed, and suddenly his thoughts were directing themselves elsewhere. An elsewhere with a certain orange-haired kid, spread-eagled on another, rumpled bed, flushed and clinging...

"Ugh."

Urahara snapped out of his thoughts at the quite groan, expertly hiding behind his fan as he watched Ichigo stir awake. Drowsy eyes opened, and Urahara stared.

One was that warm chocolate brown, normal and staring at him, but the other...The other was a nice golden yellow, engulfed in blackness. Urahara took a step back as the body rose before him, stepping almost immediately into its vacated body before turning back to him. He gulped.

"I-Ichigo?" He asked, putting his fan away.

"Yes, Urahara?" Ichigo smiled a little, although only one-half of his mouth moved upwards.

"Tha's right, King. What is it, Kisuke?" This time the voice came out distorted, a little manaical, and the other half of the mouth moved upward.

Oh, shit. His hollow's out. Urahara searched for a way out of this, but he couldn't find one, especially with Ichigo steadily approaching him.

"No need to worry, Kisuke. We won' hurt ya, much. Ya see, ya've gotten under our skin. So now we've got ta have ya. Isn't that right, King?" The distorted half asked.

"That's right, Ogichi. Urahara, no, Kisuke, I think it's time you take responsibility for all the torture you've put me-us through. Starting right now." A second later, Ichigo pressed his chapped lips to Urahara's, finding the other's pleasantly warm against his own. He pressed harder after a moment, sensing the other's hesitation. He wanted to get past the other's barriers, just as he'd gotten under the teenager's.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god, Ichigo is kissing me! Is-is this real? Can it be true? Did I fall asleep; am I dreaming? All of these thoughts were running through Urahara's mind, but it completely blanked when a tan hand, seemingly paler than before, trailed a cool path from his neck to under his robe. He shivered, and the last of his defenses broke, not that they were very strong anyway. He dragged the teenager closer, suddenly ravaging that mouth with a force and energy he rarely showed.

Ichigo gasped, opening his mouth for a marauding tongue, his bi-colored eyes closing in ecstasy as he pulled the shopowner closer on instinct. He submitted easliy, even Ogichi, who was practically purring at the feel of that hard body now pressed as close as could be to his own.

Urahara pulled away, a little bit of sanity returning as he heard that gasp. But, it all disappeared as a surprisingly talented tongue worked a path to his ear, sharp teeth biting into the lobe. His hips jerked in response, and earned him a groan from the teenager. He gave up fighting for good, and pulled that head back to him, whispering against those lips, "You know, Ichigo, you've gotten under my skin these past weeks as well. God, you don't know how long I've wanted this. And I don't mind sharing you with Ogichi, either; I'm sure in time my want for both of you will only grow." And then he went back to plundering that sweet mouth, which still tasted of strawberries.

Ichigo groaned again into that mouth as a hand found its way into his Shihakushou, shivering in delight as it traced his toned stomach. The muscles on his lower stomach shied away from the touch, but calmed in seconds, and soon he was fisting his nails in dark cloth, arching closer and panting into a hot mouth as a lean hand slowly worked its way farther south.

Urahara smirked against his mouth, sucking on that full bottom lip as he opened the Shihakushou and stuck his hand down those black pants. Ichigo didn't even have time to be surprised before his stiffening erection was suddenly fisted, and pleasure zinged through him so fast he felt faint. But Ogichi wasn't the least bit surprised. He took control, moving his hips up and down and side to side, working for more pleasure as his tongue went past teeth and into that warm cavern just above his own. He sighed in bliss, which turned into a moan as more pleasure bowed his head back.

"Yes, that's it. Let me see your face when you seek your own pleasure." Urahara was feeling a little possessive, and maybe a little...something else. But he loved seeing that off face thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth set in a flat line as those hips worked faster in his fisted hand. But it wasn't enough; he wanted more. He would get more, now that he had the teenager where he'd always wanted him, from that first moment he'd saw him. He pulled his hand away, stilling hips that tried to follow, and smirked at the whine that sounded close to his ear. "Relax. I'm going to give you more, more pleasure than you've probably dreamed possible. Well, Ogichi, you might have dreamed it, but not Ichigo." Urahara stuck three of his own fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them until the was sure they were dripping saliva.

"Just stay relaxed. This might be a little uncomfortable at first, but it'll get better." He reassured the other, because he didn't want this to end before he got his fun. When Ichigo nodded, he trailed those wet fingers down that bowed back, feeling a shiver run through the body against him. Suddenly, he took that parted mouth again, devouring it as he ended up at that puckered entrance. He kept the boy so relaxed he didn't even notice the first finger slipping in past that tight ring of muscle.

But he noticed that second finger, which caused a small sting of discomfort. He tried to relax, and the fleshy muscle trying to draw his own into play helped. He did his best to ignore the two fingers scizzoring inside him, which felt weird, at best. They continued moving around, until they suddenly curled, brushing up against something that made his eyes shoot wide and his back arch painfully, his toes curling and his mouth pulling back to gasp out the words, "Oh, fuck!"

Urahara smirked, setting his mouth against that arched neck as he pulled his fingers back, before plunging them back in, aiming right for that bundle of nerves, earning him another obscenity. He continued assauling Ichigo's prostate with his two fingers, which quickly became three, then four, and Ichigo didn't even notice the sharp pain; he was too busy in thrusting his hips down on those fingers, aiming for that sharp pleasure that cut through him like a knife.

Urahara kept going until he felt Ichigo's member begin to spurt with precum, when he forcibly drew his fingers out and away, which earned him a half sob of objection. He kissed that neck again, laving the red mark he'd made earlier, and pulled out some sweet-smelling lube from his pockets, before dropping his pants and shrugging off his hoari. He did the same with Ichigo's, and poured a liberal amount of lube on his hands. He hissed out when it came in contact with his pulsing length, which he made sure to coat as well as he possibly could. Excess lube he put around Ichigo's winking hole. Once he was satisfied, he lined himself up with that tight hole, groaning as he eased himself in. Getting past that tight ring of muscle was the hardest, and he was afraid Ichigo would tense up.

Ichigo wanted to, wanted to tense so badly, because the pain was sharp, and slicing through him from the invasion. But, Ogichi took control of their body, and relaxed so completely he was draped over Urahara's body, and the shopowner slipped all the way in, sighing once it was through.

"Are you okay?" Urahara breathed, panting against that sweat-slicked skin.

"N-no." Ichigo whispered, gritting his teeth.

"Yes, now move." Ogichi commanded, wincing as he lifted himself up, only to fall right back down. Their head was thrown back as the fall landed that firm member right up on Ichigo's prostate, sending shockwaves through their body. "A-again. Right t-there!" Ogichi commanded, his face clenched.

Urahara smirked and took Ichigo to the ground, so that he had more room, and since the floor had no give, he could drive into that clenching heat over and over again, nailing that prostate every time, and not feel the two of them moving across the ground. But, god, he'd never felt another sensation like this. Tendrils of pleasure were sparking through him, making him shiver, and his blond hair was sticking to his face as he drove foreward harder and harder, encouraged by the sounds coming from Ichigo.

Ichigo was in heaven. His body was spiraling out of control; he had no control of his hips as they moved up and down, practically crashing with Urahara's as his legs decided they needed to find purchase against those pale shoulders. Then he figured that was just fine, since that just made the angle of penetration deeper, and his prostate was stabbed with precision and force with every thrust. His eyes were opened, but blind to anything but the pleasure, and the only words escaping his open mouth were, "Harder!" "There!" "Again!" and "Oh, Kami!"

Something inside him was tightening, a coil that needed release, and he shrieked into that pale shoulder, right next to his leg, as his hands were grasped by other, sword-roughened hands that help him tightly. He couldn't take it anymore, not with a chest rubbing against his painful erection every other thrust, not with that sweet, sweet tortureful friction and amazing pleasure from below. Everything inside him exploded at some point, his whole body stiffening and clenching as a scream was ripped from his throat.

Urahara groaned deep in his throat as that tight hole he was thrusting in suddenly got even tighter, practically cutting off his circulation. He only managed a few more erratic thrusts before he found his own nirvana, biting down on Ichigo's neck hard enough to break skin to stifle his own scream of completion. He felt Ichigo sink back into the ground, and collapsed on top of him, still panting as he felt a sticky white substance clinging to his stomach. He grimaced, before laughing suddenly.

"Was so funny?" Ichigo murmured, fighting sleep, but only barely.

Urahara grinned against his now-bloody neck. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking how great it is now that I'm under your skin. And that you're now under me!" He laughed again.

Ichigo scowled and weakly punched his shoulder. "Shut up. You said I'm under your skin too, so that only means that one day you'll be under me!" He tried to be angry, but found that he couldn't, not with sleep calling to him.

Urahara smiled down at that cute sleeping face. Yes, Ichigo, perhaps one day you will dominate me. And with that hollow now with you, that's probably sooner than you think. But anyway, sleep sounds nice. And he settled down, covering Ichigo with himself, to sleep through the night. He was, after all, kinda old.

The Next Day:

"Hey, Urahara, are these eyes permanant?" Ichigo asked, staring into the mirror at his brown and golden eyes.

"I don't know. Why not ask Ogichi?" The shopowner asked, fixing some relaxing tea for his "guest."

"I would, but I think he's sleeping. I can't hear him anymore." Ichigo looked worried at this, and Urahara couldn't resist pulling him into a kiss.

"Don't worry. He'll be back; I can guarentee that. I'm sure he's just tired, because he's not used to sharing a body with you. Now drink this, and we can take a bath."

Ichigo grinned. "Sure. Just let me phone home first, so my dad doesn't send the firing squad over here, thinking I'm dead."

Well, that's all folks! Just kidding. Did you like the little end fluff? But seriously, that's it for this chapter. Was it long, or was it short? I can't tell. Nothing compares to that first chapter, though; whew. Well, anyway, how about some reviews, guys? And, just so you know, up next is Grimm-Ichi, one of the best couples, and after that is Aizen-Ichi! Both are requests, but considering how long I dragged this chapter out, I don't know if I'll be getting them out before my vacation. Remember, reviews please! And requests, if you have them.

Ayame