I bring you chapter 15(!). I guess Uryuu and Ichigo still had something left in them, so the story plot continues after this chapter; anyone trying to a void yaoi can resume this story then. Both characters POV, I tried to make it obvoius of who says what. There's a lovely bit of acting in scene 42...but you can judge that for yourselves.

I've read it, re-read it, had jindouji beta read it...and I got tired, so I'm posting. For taking so long I've made up for it by this being the longest post thus far! Hope it's a good trade off.

I do not own bleach, but I do own the video game!

The Confinement of Feelings

The hot spray rushed across his face and down his chest. Turning to let the water soak his hair and trickle along his back, he closed his eyes and took in the warm feeling that overcame his body.

If anyone asked him two days ago, Ishida Uryuu would have been the last person Ichigo ever thought about. Period. Regardless of what type of relationship. The occasional tear in Kon's body that needed repair was the only service the shinigami required of the Quincy. Homework study wasn't even on the priority list. Ichigo just didn't associate with Ishida.

Now the raven haired boy was all he could think of. With his eyes closed, he could still feel the soft, porcelain white skin shifting under his touch. The taste of him, his smell…

How did this happen? Two days ago he distinctly remembering yelling or cursing at him about something. Right now it didn't even seem to matter about what.

Water ran into his mouth. The flavor of the Quincy's lips lingered on his skin, now washing away in the current. A bittersweet parting as the fragrance was replaced by the paltry essence of body wash. Not that the soap smelled bad – he believed it came from Uryuu's home per his request since Urahara asked him to stay – but it paled in comparison to the Quincy's own. Hands ran slowly up his chest, casually rubbing the slippery substance across his shoulders.

Ever since Uryuu healed him, rescued his body and soul from utter destruction – he felt the need to protect and support. These emotions were far deeper than words could describe; when Uryuu became close to death himself, nothing could have prevented him from assisting the Quincy. In a single moment, Ichigo realized he didn't want to lose him.

Come to think of it, the concept of keeping-each-other-alive rivalry was a weak attempt to keep Uryuu around. Arguing and bickering became a shared form of communication. Hollow battles were times they could spend together without making an excuse for the cause. That way he could stay close to Ishida, even if it was at arms length.

Somehow, his heart knew what his mind so blindly ignored. He absentmindedly reached out to Uryuu's reiatsu, just to feel the energy thread through his own. The familiar wisps were settling, a calm aura flowing from the spirit strands. How was he blind this whole time to these apparently strong feelings?

No matter. Now that he was aware, nothing would stop him from pursuing means of a deeper bond with the Quincy. Rivals or not, Ichigo would not let matters come between a potential relationship.

The water flow ceased as he turned the handle. Better save some for Uryuu.

The needle passed through the material easily. A few stitches had already finished the shirt, now he closed the remaining inches of a new bed sheet so that he may service the old one.

It wasn't that Ichigo's shower had been exceptionally long. Uryuu's prowess made him captain of the handicrafts club, his high dexterity finished off projects quickly and professionally; it was a skill that he was proud of.

It also gave him time to think. Like what the hell he just got himself into. The logic center of his brain came at him full force, asking all sorts of previously avoided topics as soon as Ichigo left the room. Luckily the shinigami's skill at reading reiatsu was still lacking. Not lacking – it was bad. The thoughts that came pouring out of his mind would have set the orange haired boy off.

Now that the soul reaper was otherwise occupied, he had to fight off an exceptional opponent. It wasted no time in manifesting itself.

So…you just had intimate relations with your mortal adversary. How do you feel?

His own self doubt.

I admit that it was good. I wonder how he became such a skilled lover; maybe other 'friends', perhaps?

Uryuu bit down on his lip so hard that a small trickle of blood seeped from the soft skin. Still, his gritted teeth did not cease their pressure, but neither did the internal belittling.

What will your classmates say? Don't say it doesn't matter, because it always does.

Ishida had been forced to hear the same disheartening melodramatics from his mind for a long time. Though somehow he had gotten used to it over the years; the depression seeping into his bones and settling in the core of his mind, the languid voice pointing out his mistakes and ridiculing his better judgment.

The endeavor with Ichigo made it a little louder. To Uryuu, it became a little less tolerable.

Shut up. He told himself. Ichigo is probably the best thing that could have ever happened to me. This damn inner monologue isn't going to ruin it.

What if that demon has fangs now? The voice inquired.

Uryuu's eyes widened. The echo that sounded in his head was not the same as the menial voice of reason. There was an ache in his shoulder, the point that Urahara had indicated earlier. Clutching at it as if to force the demon back down into the depths from where it came, fingertips dug at the bandages still covering the wound.

You'll have to be stronger. All of you, body and spirit, is your kingdom. What will you do to stay king? It prodded, looking for an answer.

Uryuu almost panicked. A welling sensation overpowered his senses, reinforcing the potential domination of dark energy into his consciousness. The sickening thought of evil turned his stomach. As a Quincy, no form of torture could have been worse.

Thoughts fled to Ichigo. The shinigami's smile gave him confidence against the corrosive voice.

"Nothing will keep me from Ichigo. Even if I have to fight every hollow in existence, I will not lose myself." A vow he struck out loud, determined to suppress the dull burning in his soul, the tainted flow of spiritual power that he came to recognize as manifested hollow energy.

The voice quieted, leaving him only a parting phrase.

We shall see, Ishida Uryuu. The time will come.

Quietness of the room was a welcoming sound, the empty nothing filling his mind with relief. Breathing a sigh, he let his reiatsu resume its low level regularity. None too soon, he felt familiar wild spirited wisps reach out to feel his own.

Ichigo had a lot to learn about subtlety; the threading of Uryuu's spiritual energy made him suck in his breath, the analogy of being tickled through the center of his body the only description of the odd sensation. Kind of amused, he let the soul reaper entertain himself and eventually the feeling dissipated.

Uryuu heard the water shut off from the bath area. After sounds of a minor skirmish, the shinigami emerged from the room, a roll of steam following the trail of his clothed body. A towel lay on his head, covering mostly damp orange hair, while a comb firmly planted itself between his teeth. Plopping at the corner of the bed he turned to Uryuu with a playful look in his eye. The towel haphazardly splayed across the thick spikes as Ichigo made an attempt to scrub the water from them.

Utterly sexy, Uryuu thought. Why did he deny himself this experience before? An answer still eluded him.

"Yuore ture Eryuoo." Speech was still possible through the teeth of a comb, so proved Ichigo. Greedy eyes focused on the bob of his throat as he pronounced his name. Yes, a shower would definitely be in order to keep those thoughts from getting any further.

"Arigato, Kur-…Ichigo." It might take a little more time to get used to that, since practicality ruled over every aspect of his life. Everyone he referred to had some proper title, so to call Ichigo 'Ichigo' was a monumentous feat. He had to admit he liked it though.

The shinigami gazed at him again, a smile in his eyes. Apparently he wasn't the only one. If the informal addressing caused such a pleasant reaction, he would have to ensure its provocation in the future.

Uryuu adjusted his glasses, trying to conceal the blush that rose on his face. Wearing simply the shirt he masterfully reapplied his buttons to, he traversed to the bathroom for his own shower.

The thought of how those buttons were ripped so callously off the material sent a surge of warmth to Ichigo's lower extremities – saying that Uryuu was also unclothed from the waist down almost sent the soul reaper headlong into the bathing area with him.

Sensing the spike in spiritual pressure from Ichigo, the reddened color Uryuu tried to suppress on his face increased. Turning enough in the doorway, he caught a glimpse of Ichigo's widened eyes before the door clamped shut.

Uryuu did have to take a shower, after all.

Upon emerging from the bathroom, Uryuu found Ichigo reclined on the bed. His eyes were closed, seemingly asleep. A peaceful look encompassed Ichigo's face, a welcomed difference from the permanent scowl he adopted.

Grabbing a few clothes and putting them on, Uryuu's gaze did not waver from the still form of the shinigami. Time permitting, he seen an opportunity arise. Cursing thoughts put into his head during the shower, he allowed himself to play out the scene.

Uryuu straddled Ichigo's hips, gently applying pressure to the wrists casually crossed supporting his head.

Ichigo's eyes flicked open suddenly, then relaxed as soon as he became aware of his surroundings. Raising an eyebrow, he played into the scenario. "What are you doing?" sleep still clinging to his words.

"Exploring." The Quincy volunteered.

"Mn." A retort issued from closed lips.

Uryuu pressed against them gently, barely depressing the skin. The trail continued into the hollow of his neck and onto his clothed chest.

A similar sound from Ichigo emitted again, but it edged more toward a moan than the first.

Uryuu suddenly felt like experimenting. Ichigo was a completely new experience; despite subtle classroom suspicion, Uryuu never been intimate – or even remotely thought about – being with another man. The soul reaper was a first in many things, including eliciting an erotic side of Ishida that he had up until recently never new. Lower the lips roamed, until arriving at the loosely clasped belt, the frayed end dangling apart from the rest of the strip. Skilled and dexterous hands now released from his arms deftly shirked the cloth strip loose and undid the clasp of pants in one motion, the thin fingers grasping the manhood unbelievably quickly.

Ichigo's breath sucked in. How the hell could Ishida move like that?

"I want you to teach me how you do this." His face was dangerously close to a now hardened member, and the breath of the Quincy was enough to cause shivers along his spine. Teach him? In this condition? He'd be lucky to mutter anything coherent at the moment.

"Unless you'd rather me learn on my own." The tone was nonchalant, but the point was made. "I want you to know how this felt to me."

Knuckles where white in the sheets now, the steady breath Uryuu expelled wreaked all kinds of havoc on his senses. A tingling sensation shot through his body as a velvety tongue brushed across the tip.

Adjusting the glasses, Uryuu spoke. "Apparently this is an art that has to be done rather than spoken. How about a simple yes or no while I work?"

'No' seemed an unlikely response. If Ishida were as adept with his tongue as he was with his hands, Ichigo was in deep trouble. A smile crept over his face at the concept.

"Okay." Ichigo stammered, a concentrated furrow on his brow.

Uryuu remembered the feelings that Ichigo elicited from their earlier skirmish. Techniques in mind, he started slowly, wrapping his tongue around the hardened pillar. Down his head went, sinking the shaft into the heat of Uryuu's mouth. A whimper from Ichigo – a much different expression from the boasting powerful shinigami from before, Uryuu swelled with a pride of domination over the exceptionally strong spiritual pressure; the Quincy could literally feel the ebb of energy bend to Ishida's will.

The greed of lust set in, propelling Uryuu to devour the soul reaper more. The tip buried in his throat as a growl curled from his stomach.

"Y-yea…ss." Ichigo bucked slightly, trying not to choke the Quincy in the process. Hands gripped tightly against his hips, preventing any further motion on his part. His eyes gazed upward as he immersed in the exotic roll of tongue across the rock hard erection. Yes, Uryuu had a lot of dexterity in more than just sewing. Right now, Ichigo was really happy about that fact.

"Aahhh-" Ichigo breathed, air coming in shortened bursts. At this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer. His hands pressed into the still damp raven hair, careful not to tug on the silken strands. Even dry, the hair contained a shiny texture; wetness accentuated the soft luster. The added feeling sent his mind back to the delicate pale skin of Ishida Uryuu and how it felt under his touch.

"I-!" Ichigo realizing where the train of thought was going, he slammed on the brakes before his lust induced emotions would send him over the edge too soon.

Clever Ishida, the perceptive intellectual he was, sensed the hesitation. Ichigo's spiritual reiatsu was flaring way above control, causing the leaking energy to spill out and bathe them both in the blue wisps of flickering essence. All this from a simple action? Ichigo certainly needed to learn some self control, indeed. Being able to manipulate the shinigami's power gave Uryuu a sense of unlimited capability, and he became drunk on the power of control. The Quincy watched the flat abdomen rise and fall, muscles straining against the restricting hands: A handsome landscape of flesh constituted Ichigo's body, the desirable soul reaper beneath him. Sensing the shortened breaths, Uryuu shifted his weight and exacted the same treatment Ichigo gave him earlier; he poured on the speed.

"aaah…Ahh!" Ichigo's ragged gasp stuck in his throat as the thunderous orgasm ripped through his body. All of the strength he had was forced into the one momentous surge as his back arched and hips bucked in the release, sequential jerks involuntarily coursing through his body as every last burst was spent. The grip on Uryuu's hair loosened – if it had become too tight Uryuu said nothing – and Ichigo's body fell limply onto the bed. If any power was left, it failed to acknowledge itself as Ichigo's spent frame shook slightly in after-tremors.

Gazing upon Uryuu, he realized that the Quincy had bested the wave of ecstasy that had rolled over the soul reaper, accepting every bit of seed he had to offer. With what little strength he had left, he hoisted the archer up to his lips and kissed him, his tongue savoring the combined taste of himself and the sweet texture in Uryuu's mouth.

Ichigo's breathing resumed a slow pace, Uryuu hearing the deep thrum of his heartbeat from his chest against his cheek. They were both satisfied, Uryuu's curiosity and Ichigo's physical lust sated. The silence was peaceful, encircling them in an atmosphere of calm.

There was a thud at the door. Before either of them could move, a small stuffed lion shoved the panel open while saying something. Apparently he wasn't even paying attention.

"-to make sure everything was all right at home, but then you sister tried to grab me, so the first chance I got I ran all the way back here! Than Urahara-san told me that you were keeping Ishida-san company, and I told him that I'd be safer with you. So, ta-dai-mAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the mortified plushy voice rose to a scream, the completely hetero mod soul unable to comprehend what was going on. Ishida and Kurosaki? Cuddling?!

"I leave you two alone for a few hours and look at you!" his paws stuck into his sides at the sight, and accusing claw pointing to the two of them. "You've forgotten the marvels of the female body! Just the thought of those beautiful valleys is enough to make me swoon!" his hands were raised up to his face, an enamored look on his face. One could see stars in his eyes, but that quickly diverted into flames at the two still laying in bed.

A mixed expression of agitation, surprise and amusement crossed both of the boy's features. Ichigo subconsciously placed a palm out on front of his face, mystifying Uryuu as to why; it then became clear as the plush body projectile slammed into the obstacle, wriggling its legs feverishly toward the unattainable goal.

"Ichhhhiiiiiiigggggooooooo! How could you forget about Inoue-san's glorious sacred mountains?" Fountains of tears streamed through the fingers and all about Ichigo's face.

"Shaddap, will ya?" Ichigo's playful irritation seeping from his lips. "I didn't forget anything. And stop being annoying for a change." Ichigo's voice in the scolding had taken on a calm demeanor, harboring no ill intent toward the small plushy. Was it just his imagination, or had the soul reapers permanent scowl soften a bit recently?

Kon plopped with a squeak onto the broad chest of Ichigo. His head darted back and forth between the two boys, still trying to comprehend the scene. After noting both of their expressions, he covered his mouth in dismay. Sweat drops sprayed from his head as he feverishly pointed between the two.

"You guys are-! You were-!" he gaped, unable to finish his sentences.

The two just stared at him, not implicating any more than he already thought.

"I KNEW IT!" You've never tricked me!" He hopped triumphantly against Ichigo's ribcage, making breaths wisp out from the pressure.

With inexplicable speed, Ichigo's hand snatched Kon out of the air around his neck. He casually tossed him from the side of the bed and waited for the distinct 'thunk' to follow. A skritching sounded as Kon clambered back up to the shinigami's shoulder.

"Honestly! Why didn't you say anything about this before?" Kon pouted, scrambling back on top of the soul reaper. "I'm your leader; you're supposed to tell me these things!"

Ichigo was going to retort in his usual manner from the sound of his sigh, but suddenly he stopped. "I don't know. It just kind of …happened." The sudden seriousness caught the two listeners off guard.

The tone was picked up immediately by Uryuu. As their gazes met, the Quincy could see that the furrow of Ichigo's brow had indeed lessened considerably, a compassionate expression bestowed upon the dark haired archer.

The partitioned door was rapped on again, knocking the door against the frame in succession. Tinged eyeglasses outfitted the man silhouetted in the doorway, slightly stooping from his sheer size to peer into the room.

"Urahara-san has some news that he would like to share with you." He stated, disregarding the scene before him. His voice indicated that the matter was something of an urgent nature.

Both boys sprang up at the announcement, knowing that any news from Urahara had some connotations of importance, usually negatively aligned. To emphasize the point, Tessai's burly shadow had already left the hall, leaving the sliding door gaping at the empty corridor.

Ah, yes. The plot thickens! I'm sure the plot is already this congealed mass already - I can imagine my story becoming a can of condensed soup as I speak. Chapter 16 will be up as soon as I add water. Or milk - it tends to make the story richer :)

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