There! I put all the yaoi goodness into one big chapter! It goes on in Word for 8 pages! Phew, Happy Thansgiving all - hope you find something good to eat... oops, still in yaoi mindframe...

I swith POV between the characters a lot, I may add breaks between them if it's too frusterating to read. Let me know!

So needless to say YAOI. Don't like don't read. For everyone else, sorry it took so long. Dedicated to all of Twisted's fans and the yaoi loving community.

Strong sexual content. May or may not contain a lemon, but most definitly has a strawberry. They taste better anyway.

I do not own Bleach.

Two Souls Entwined

Ichigo's wiry frame pressed onto Uryuu's body, his thin fingers setting to work on his clothes.

Ichigo's untamed reiatsu sparked with an abundant amount of passion and lust, Uryuu was almost overcome by the waves of spiritual pressure emanating from the shinigami's body. Since when did Ichigo feel this way about him?

Since when on that same token did he begin to feel remotely attracted to Ichigo?

Ishida's tie was loosened and stripped – even while in Urahara's care, he refused to look unprofessional, especially since school was still in session and it would look rather suspicious missing several days in a row at the same time as Ichigo. He had a reputation to maintain: One did not casually fall into 'the top of the class'.

Buttons popped as Ichigo's lust became a little too frivolous in endeavor; now he'd have to sew those back on. However the coming sensation of lips on his bare chest was enough to dismiss a few quick stitches.

Uryuu's skin felt soft and velvety under Ichigo's tongue. This moment had never played out in his mind, but since the moment Ishida's lips pressed against his own in the underground cavern, it was all he could think about. Through the hollow's determination to absorb his spirit energy, he felt Uryuu's own reiatsu battling the creature's advances. Ichigo could not deny that the Quincy was not fighting the act itself.

Here he was, licking the small nub that jutted from Uryuu's smooth chest, as the Quincy shuddered underneath him. He wouldn't want it any other way. A hand made its way to the dark locks that surrounded Uryuu's face as he pulled – ever so gently – to reveal an equally tender neck, white as porcelain and just as delicate. Light kisses grazed across the open area and settled at the base above the collarbone. He could hear Uryuu's breath shorten and quicken, responding easily to a few simple gestures.

Uryuu felt rather stiff about the endeavor, he was a bit unsure about what to do first. Mind wandering to the amazing outcropping of orange hair, he decided he always wanted to know what it felt like to run his fingers through the mass. It was rather soft actually, apart from the fact it stood straight up. Now he realized that thickness was the real reason it spiked, rather than some unconventional application.

Ichigo came up to kiss his lips again, slick from wetness and a taste of salt. He smelled of outside, like the cool breeze was somehow still wrapped up in his body. A chill passed through him as the spots explored earlier began to cool. Noticing the draft, Ichigo tossed a blanket over the both of them and shortened the distance between their bodies. Uryuu could feel Ichigo's heart pounding in his chest, a hard steady pulse that beat solidly against his hand.

Suddenly, Uryuu was overcome with the need to feel Ichigo against his body. The shirt rose over Ichigo's head easily and was tossed away, revealing the darker, tanner skin underneath. Scars were still present on his body from the crude execution attempt of Kuchiki Byakuya, and Uryuu felt a twinge of anger that the man had marred such marvelous skin. The scars felt smooth compared to the textured appeal of Ichigo's natural skin tone, and added a new sense of arousal into Uryuu's already overloaded mind: These scars were etched into Ichigo as a reminder of how he had tried to protect both Uryuu and Rukia that fateful day.

Ichigo removed the frames from Ishida's eyes as he continued the crusade across his lips. Uryuu wanted to protest, but Ichigo followed with his own statement.

"You won't be needing these." He stated as he sat them inside the sewing case at bedside. With an added remark he tossed the covers over his head. "I'll be back."

Uryuu was left with the sensation only of what was happening under the covers. A belt flew out from underneath; by the tug he was sure it was his own. Then he heard a telltale zipping sound.

Ichigo's hands moved quickly. He wanted to see all of this handsome body; he couldn't believe skin could be so white and perfect. Pants slid down to reveal more unexplored area, and he just as easily kissed the newly exposed skin, right to the base of Ishida's budding arousal. That brought on more shudders from the Quincy, and a smirk of approval from the shinigami. It was hard to believe the callous and otherwise not emotive Ishida Uryuu would be writhing in uncontrolled pleasure. He decided to experiment; what would happen if he did this?

A gasp escaped Ishida's lips as Ichigo engulfed the whole member down to the base. It was almost a scream of surprise as hands clamped down into the ruffled orange hair. It seemed uncertain what Uryuu would do – he seemed torn between yelling at him to stop or pleading with him to continue. The Quincy's body relaxed slightly after a second, and Ichigo considered that a cue to finish what he was doing. He withdrew and gave a couple quick kisses to the most sensitive parts, noting how rock hard the arousal had become. A low moan issued from above. Now was the time to act.

Again the member retreated into the heat of his mouth, but slowly this time. He licked around the tip and at the few drops that accumulated there, then proceeded to devour the shaft, creating a suction between the two layers. Hands ran through his hair easier this time as Ishida's back arched into the sensation. His voice became labored and ragged as his breaths came in time to the stroking sensation Ichigo elicited.

How was this possible? The shinigami had him reeling in mixed pleasure and he couldn't think straight. It felt so good and wrong and right at the same time – their reiatsu becoming tangled together in passion and lust as Ichigo supplemented his hand along the shaft to increase the length on the motion.

The blankets fell back to reveal the act of the orange haired shinigami and Ishida almost came right there. It was the most amazing sight; while he was completely unclothed, Ichigo's shirtless form rippled in strong musculature as he dove into the movements, small beads of sweat running in rivulets down his chest and around his tightened abdomen muscles. Uryuu also noticed that the shinigami's pants were undone loosely, and while one hand attended to his arousal, the other attended to his own.

"I'm go-nna -" Ishida tried to mentally clamp down before his body lost control.

Ichigo refused to stop or even slow. Ishida thought maybe he didn't hear, but his voice was clear enough between gasping and moaning, he thought.

As a matter of fact, Ichigo's wiry frame sped up, providing no time for Ishida's mind to recover mentally. His body arched as he almost cried out, the seed finding its way to the back of Ichigo's throat. Ishida's thin fingers wound its way into the plait of orange as they tugged while Uryuu's body uncontrollably jerked rhythmically. It was swallowed and gone before there was time to notice.

The Quincy's spent form fell back onto the bed, the cool chill of sweat seeping into his body. Ichigo quickly advanced on top of him, emitting a radiant amount of heat.

"Ichigo." Uryuu barely breathed. He felt weak as their lips pressed again. He detected a hint of a new flavor on his lips; was it his own?

"I'm not done yet." Ichigo protested, a small smirk on the corner of his usual scowl. Uryuu noticed that Ichigo still had his own problems to attend to; the erection looking painfully hard as he grabbed for something on the bedside.

Uryuu always carried it around with him, yet he was never sure why – needles in his sewing kit always needed a bit of oil to keep from rusting. So it was with mixed surprise and understanding when the bottle appeared in his hand. It was just regular oil, so the dual purpose eluded him until now. Ichigo was indeed a shinigami who thought quickly in battle; the same could be said of other events, Uryuu pondered.

"I want you. Uryuu." His voice purred in a deep tone, making Uryuu's skin tingle in anticipation. Something about this incredibly powerful soul reaper telling him that he desired him was uncontrollable. He felt a twitch in his lower regions.

"I need you. Uryuu." His kisses washed over his lips and his body pressed onto the Quincy's. Something about being the last of a race was remarkably desirable, as Ichigo lavished kisses onto Uryuu's tight chest. It was compact but strong as Ichigo could make out the faint traces of chest and stomach muscles on the skin. Jumping around from different structures shooting arrows had that effect: Physical conditions were at their peak for these two men due to job requirements.

The oil slicked more the bed his hand, everywhere as Ichigo applied to his own arousal. Somehow it felt as though he moved in slow motion. Brown eyes suddenly rose and met Uryuu's. A compassionate look crossed his otherwise scowl etched face; the look made Uryuu melt, knowing that caring expression was meant for him.

"I'm not going to hurt –" Bronze colored orbs gently gazed into the Quincy's cool indigo ones.

"I know, Kurosaki." His deep blue eyes looked into Ichigo's soul. Endearing and peaceful they were, even as slicked fingers probed at the entrance. Not so much as a stifled gasp emitted from Ishida as the long shaft was the next to glide slowly into the opening. Ichigo tried to go as slow as he could, but the tight feeling around his member plagued and assaulted his senses. Uryuu turned face down on the bed as Ichigo's manhood was slowly engulfed by Ishida's heat. Properly mounted, Ichigo could finally release the pressure building behind his eyes as he pushed in, pulled out. Uryuu's body felt so warm and soft yet his skin was firm around masculine curvature. A small moan elicited from the man underneath him.

"More." It said. His hips shifted further to accommodate a push up toward the member.

The action almost tore Ichigo's control in half. Here was a man who seldom displayed any emotion toward anyone, grinding on his hip? The world was indeed a mysterious place.

Happy to oblige he plunged the remainder of the shaft deep inside.

Ishida moaned loudly into the pillow, almost a scream as the member easily slid in and out now. A hand reflexively dove underneath his body; Ichigo's followed to stroke the new arousal.

"Kurosaki…" his name sounded so formal on Uryuu's lips, even as they breathed of elation and passion. Quite a turn on actually, he had to clamp down yet again from coming prematurely and ending their union. Uryuu's reiatsu screamed of lust as Ichigo timed his thrusts; he always did have a lot of stamina.

It seemed they were getting close, Uryuu's countering thrust working in time with Ichigo's pressing gait. Their bodies were speaking to each other, pushing each other to the edge, driving each other to an insane pace; Ichigo driving in, his hand overtop the Quincy's erection sweat slicking their skin as the physical tried to keep up with their maddening attraction.

Uryuu was the first, the climax ripping through his body in coursing waves, spilling out onto the sheets and Ichigo's hand. His body continued to shake even after there was not a drop left in him, his muscles contracting all at once.

The sensation was not missed by Ichigo; the pressure around his already swelled member immediately caused a chain reaction as he came inside the contracting muscles. A deep growl emitted in Ichigo's throat in satisfaction and he licked the trickle of fluid from his palm. Ishida watched the action despite himself; Ichigo could look sexy doing anything.

With that, they collapsed simultaneously, drained and weakened. It was cold in the room, but their bodies together shared warmth. Ichigo grasped a blanket that somehow lodged itself underneath the bed and pulled it over the two of them.

Ichigo curled up behind Uryuu, already having the advantage of position. Uryuu didn't mind right now. He wouldn't argue if he tried, everything in his body was tired and unwilling to cooperate. He glanced back at his newly acquired…lover, he guessed. Somehow, things just wouldn't be the same between them. Ichigo raised up to lightly kiss Uryuu's cheek, a shock awaited him when there was no sign of his telltale smirk. Instead a smile splayed across his face as he lay back down.

"Get some rest. Uryuu."

Ishida awoke to the sound of someone else breathing.

A mental check list went off in his head before he started to panic.

He was still in Urahara's shop, due to the somewhat unfamiliar surroundings his bleary eyes could detect.

Glasses were on the nightstand.

A warmth encircled him that made him want to stay enveloped inside it. He nuzzled into it involuntarily.

Wait. What happened?

His mind consisted of a foggy cloud that could barely detect anything further than the moment he awoke. Somehow he had just got the best nap he ever recalled taking.

It was still daylight, though the sun was descending, rays of light making its way through the western windows.

Thoughts returned to the steady breathing at his side. Definitely not his own. A small snore emitted from the alternate body.

Ichigo.

Suddenly a few stray thoughts bashed him in the back of the head. Certainly the nap was not the only best event that occurred recently.

Uryuu recalled listening to conversations at school about how people wound up sleeping with someone else unintentionally. Usually it was boy meets girl, boy and girl have a few drinks, boy and girl accidentally do something they consequentially regret. He would often wonder to himself how anyone would be so ignorant as to let something unintentionally happen between themselves and other people.

With Ichigo lying beside him, he had a moment of sympathy for those people.

However a strong feeling welled in him that his logic could not shake. Emotions burst from under his skin at the peaceful sight of the shinigami lying beside him. He felt things for him. He would do anything for him. Like absorb large amounts of spiritual energy to ensure that he didn't die. Stuff like that.

It was then he realized why he let those events occur. Uryuu cared about Ichigo. Probably even more than cared – but that was a good start.

A slight movement caught his attention again, and his head turned to catch a wisp of smile on Ichigo's face. The shinigami certainly did look peaceful as he slept.

Unable to bring himself to leave the warmth of the blankets, he sunk into the heat even more, pulling Ichigo's arms around him. A slight squeeze around his waist shot straight to his groin. Blushing slightly at the reaction, he rested his head against the pillow and closed his eyes.

Ishida awoke, once again reading through the mental checklist as his consciousness returned. This time however, his arousal was elicited from an outside force; one that was currently tracing a circle around his nipple. A small sigh escaped his lips unintentionally, but loud enough to draw attention.

"You're awake." Ichigo said, pausing only for a second to make the remark.

Uryuu was conscious enough to realize how it was the orange haired shinigami was able to revive him. The tip of his tongue peeked out and resumed conscribing the patch of rough skin, grazing over the small bump that began to protrude prominently.

It was hard to put into perspective; here was Ichigo Kurosaki, a soul reaper of all things, able to sway his Quincy self by small seductive touches. Agile fingers ran along his stomach and lightly caressed his thigh.

"What are you doing, Kurosaki?" he said, somehow keeping his level headedness in the lust induced haze.

"That should be obvious to someone as intelligent as you." The retort hinted at sarcasm, but the nature of its telling did not support the claim.

"Why are you –" A stab at intelligence again, before losing himself in more primitive emotions.

"I'm proving to you that this isn't some one time deal." Fixed amber eyes penetrated him before he could finish the remark; the dismissal of the sentence couldn't be faster. It was amazing how those eyes spoke so easily of confidence and determination.

Even the sound of the shinigami's voice was enough to drive the blood straight to his loins: It purred with passion and lust.

Their lips crushed together, pushing away the cloudiness of Ishida's sleep in one fell motion. All the fervor of their initial coupling retuned just as quickly.

Uryuu traced the patterns of Ichigo's body, the musculature became a welcomed friend as he recalled every line and curve. Movements came in waves as Ichigo positioned himself on top of Uryuu, embracing the Quincy in his warmth.

Ishida could hardly contain himself; the memory of their initial meeting added fuel to the fire so to speak, driving Uryuu to nip and kiss every available area to him as Ichigo roamed over his pale skin.

"I want you. Uryuu." Ishida's heart raced – he didn't think he could ever tire of hearing Ichigo's voice so filled with lust.

The intention wasn't quite understood until Uryuu's arousal was slick with the leftover oil and Ichigo was positioned on top of him.

"Oh." Was the only response Uryuu could muster. It quickly uplifted at the end as Ichigo slid easily over the shaft, burying Ishida's tip in the opening.

"I have never…" the ragged voice of the Quincy gasped, locked onto the visage of the shinigami.

Ichigo's scowl of concentration fell away to reveal a lighthearted smirk. "Don't worry. I've got this."

Somehow the words were comforting. Uryuu felt his body loosen, though he never realized it was tense to begin with.

The feeling returned as he felt his erection slowly sink into the heat. His eyes cast to a reassuring look from Ichigo.

"Relax." Was all the shinigami said, and that was enough.

With that, Uryuu was wrapped up in the exotic feeling immersing his member. It was unbelievably tight, contracting around the hardened shaft. His eyes rolled up as the motion quickened; apparently Ichigo had time to prepare before Uryuu had even awoke.

Fists curled around the sheets, dampened with their combined sweat; knuckles turned white as his temples pulsed with the intoxicating movement.

Ichigo bent forward and drew upon the Quincy's lips. Tongue curled around them, searching to meet his own; past unclenched teeth as Ichigo twisted intertwined the soft muscles together.

Uryuu wanted to do something; however he realized that his body was otherwise pinned underneath Ichigo's. His arms were locked with the shinigami's, as Ichigo used the leverage to keep himself upright on the shaft.

A twitch in his lower region; he was at the mercy of the powerful soul reaper, his handsome, strong frame writhing above him in passionate fervor. Completely powerless to act against rolling waves of lust pouring out of the soul reaper, he sharply drew breath and shivered.

Sensing the origin of ecstasy, Ichigo emitted a deep throated moan. So the Quincy liked to be restrained? He tested the theory by pulling Uryuu's hands above his head, slightly tightening his grip for effect.

Ishida's eyes widened and he blushed. Though he did not admit to enjoying the behavior, a slight jerk in his hip indicated otherwise.

Ichigo's telltale smirk appeared across the shinigami's face as he taunted the Quincy more. "Now I have you right where I want you."

Now it was Ishida's turn to ravish Ichigo's lips, biting and nipping out of pure desire and need for the orange haired boy above him.

An eyebrow kinked on Ichigo's face. Quite a surprising reaction from a boy who made it a point to avoid expressing emotion. The thought of Ishida's usual rough exterior compared to the sensuous creature now straining to devour his lips drove him insane, his reiatsu ascending to a maddening height. The added arousal of Uryuu grinding into Ichigo's hip despite his position was almost unbearable.

Adding his own friction to the motion, Ichigo rode out the wave of Uryuu's gait, increasing in speed and intensity and ravishing the tender area of his sweet spot. Wrestling free one hand from the hold, Uryuu quickly snatched up Ichigo's solid erection and vigorously pumped in time to their coupled rhythm. The sudden move caught Ichigo off guard, his body jerking against the motion in a lust induced fervor. A moan emitted from Ichigo's lips that rose in intensity as his back arched, seed spreading out over the Quincy's stomach. The shinigami collapsed overtop Uryuu, breathing heavily in his ear.

Collapsing muscles sent Ishida into his own orgasmic frenzy, coming deep in his partner – his lover; all the more overwhelming because it was Ichigo he was inside. The emotion welled in him like a tidal wave, bursting through his stoic cynicism and shattering barrier he tried to long to uphold.

Uryuu came to a realization at that moment: There was nowhere he'd rather be.

The two shared a tender embrace as their pulses assumed a slower regular beat. After a minute of internal dialogue with his other senses, Uryuu lifted a hand to turn Ichigo's visage toward his own. Their eyes met; one a sultry amber, the other a cool reflecting azure pool.

"Now that I have you, Ichigo Kurosaki," his voice laden with endearing passion, "I'm not going to let go." A chaste kiss was placed onto Ichigo's lips, who breathed into the pressure and returned with his own lasting peck.

If only Uryuu could bottle up that smile. Ichigo looked so incredibly handsome when that permanent scowl was wiped away. A thought occurred to him – who else had ever seen this smile? Ishida blushed to think that he may be only one of few to witness this rare occasion; that he was important enough to see it.

"That's why I wanted to bring you back." Ichigo gently brushing Uryuu's dark eyelashes with his thumb. "I couldn't let you die."

Uryuu's eyebrows rose up at the center at the admittance of such strong emotions residing in the otherwise permanently scowling shinigami. No traces of that frown on his face either, he visibly noted.

Ichigo emitted a well placed kiss on Ishida's forehead and slid almost unwillingly from the Quincy's lap. Uryuu felt the same as at last the limp member retreated from the hot center of Ichigo's body. There was a numb emptiness that settled in his gut.

The shinigami hopped up from the bed and slipped on his previously discarded T shirt. It had some pattern on it that Uryuu hadn't originally paid heed to, with the words 'my world' in small red print.

"Let me get something to…" Ichigo froze as he gazed upon the Quincy.

Uryuu was looking down at the puddle on his stomach. A finger drew through the center of the liquid and he inspected it closer, curiosity etched into his face.

Ichigo's eyes widened as a tongue poked out to savor the sample. An odd look crossed Ishida's face, then he noticed Ichigo's stare.

"I wanted to know. Not like strawberries…but you still taste good."

A smirk found its way to the soul reaper's face. A flick of his wrist and the remaining mess was discarded.

In Ishida's small room, Urahara had seen that the Quincy's stay would be as comfortable as it could be. Along with modifying the guest quarters, he also made sure that the adjoining bathroom was given exclusive use by adding sliding paneling between the rooms. As of right now, the gesture was appreciated two fold.

I'm gonna take a shower." Ichigo stretched, throwing a towel over his shoulder. "You coming?"

"I can wait." The Quincy announced, propping up on the mattress and adjusting his glasses, pressing them against the bridge of his nose. As if by magic needle and thread were already in hand; though his still visibly naked body poked out from under the covers. Leave it to Ishida to still be able to look proper after the best ravishing Ichigo had to offer.

"I'll call you in when I'm done, then."

"Arigato, Ichigo."

The shinigami paused at the informal use of his name. For as long as he could remember, Uryuu always referred to him by his family name when speaking directly to him; it was just a known commodity. To hear Uryuu use his first name sent a pleasant tingle down his spine.

"Sure, Uryuu."

Ichigo thought he could get used to this.

So there it is! The next chapter will be from both of their POV about what just happened. The chapter after should be right back on par with the storyline, so if you are more interested in that just consider this a brief interlude.

Special thanks to everyone who helped me make it through unlucky chapter thirteen, hope fourteen showed enough appreciation...wink!