AN: Hi again! Yeah... I took my sweet time updating again V___V Sorry! Okay, I don't really have any excuses so on with the notes for this chapter!
1) First of all I took a few liberties regarding Kon in this piece. I tried to keep it within the info Tite Kubo has given us, but I added a little here and there for the sake of the story – the parts I'm referring to will be about Kon's creation and how the whole substitute soul thing works.
2) The training method Rukia has Ichigo go through is simply what I imagine the next step of the training method she uses in the manga would be like. You can see it in the first manga chapter 3. I actually did research to write this chapter xD I also had to research Kon and read the manga he appears in too :O I liked him before but I like him even more now. As a result this chapter is a bit Kon-centric, but it also kind of concludes Kon's part of the story.
3) And to fulfill the request by Ruby Tuesday-chan – this story now has a bonus of Kon x Ichigo. I've have used the other fics with KonIchi on this forum to get an idea, so I realize this might look like something that has been seen before. Also - UraIchi is the main pairing and KonIchi will only be in this chapter, I'm still saving "the real deal" for Urahara ^^ – hope you like it anyway, Ruby-chan :3
4) Also, a review said I started way too many sentences with he/she – so I tried working with that this time. It kind of delayed the release date a bit because I had to stop myself from doing it all the time and was forced to write a little differently from my usual style. I don't know if it's very obvious, but English isn't my native language, so that might be the reason for most of the errors. Hope I've improved though, whoever you are.

Disclaimer: I do now own Bleach or any of the characters you'll find in that universe. Some awesome japanese guy (Tite Kubo) owns them, which is probably for the best ^^;;

Warnings: Oh... more smutty than last chapter! Actually only chapter one is as smutty as this one ;) Which means - WARNING! MAN ON MAN ACTION - YAOI!!! KonxIchigo, IchigoxKon. Oh, and it's un-betaed.

On with the show!

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Chapter Shi – I'll lend you a hand with that

"Stupid Ichigo."

Kon kicked the stone in front of him which he'd been kicking around for quite a long time now. The stuffed lion was in a bad mood and the force of the kick was a little too strong, making the stone fly and he lost track of it in the darkness beyond the streetlights. Losing the stone only added more fuel to Kon's fire.

"Stepping on me and throwing me out of the house for no reason at all. And it's dark and cold and looks like rain!" He scowled at the dark sky covered with even darker clouds as much as his teddy face allowed him to before it would turn cute. Rain and stuffed teddy didn't mix very well, and because of that he had started hating everything relating to water when he was in this body. He stopped and waved his arm at the sky, trying to intimidate it.

"I dare you, stupid sky! You don't want to feel the wrath of a wet teddy bear!" Kon kept starring at the sky, waiting for a response, but none came surprisingly enough. He huffed, satisfied that he had won that argument and made the sky respect him. Much like he wanted certain humans in his life to do.

Taking a turn to the left Kon felt grass underneath his feet making him realize he had entered the park. Great, only emotional sissies came to a park when they were down – and he was not a sissy. Well, most of the time he wasn't, it kind of depended on who was nearby, and that was currently no one. Thinking about it, he could afford being just a bit sissy right now, he could always blame it on Ichigo later. So following the classic sissy, he should find a swing and wait for someone to pity him and start talking to him. Or perhaps just pick him up considering he was currently a toy and not a person someone would talk to. He slapped himself at that, if he didn't call himself a person when he was in this body, he couldn't expect others to do so either.

Looking around he spotted the dreaded swings and he made his way towards them. It was a good thing that his main strength was his legs; otherwise he probably hadn't been able jump unto the swing – which seemed more like a hovering platform to him. After jumping unto it he sat down and started musing about life.

It was okay, he guessed. It could have been better, but considering the circumstances he was pretty happy with the way things turned out. Sure, sometimes Ichigo was a pain in the ass to deal with, and most of the time he had to put up with his psychical and verbal abuse, but Ichigo was the first person to ever treat him like more than just a modified soul, he had even named him. 'Kon' might not have been the best choice though, but he had gotten used to it. Ichigo had said it was because calling him 'modified soul' was annoying, but Kon knew it was because he cared in his own weird way.

But being a mod soul he guessed he should be thankful for at least having a body to walk around in – stuffed or not – when Ichigo didn't need him to take care of his, instead of being stored somewhere in a drawer. He frowned. Actually he was still stored in a drawer or a bag most of the time, either for punishment or Ichigo's convenience. Perhaps life living with Ichigo was rock bottom after all.

"I hate you, Ichigo. If I ever get my own body I'll never let you borrow my soul again – even if you beg for it." He crossed his arms and huffed.

"My my, remind me not to make one for you then." Kon twirled around and jumped up, picking up a fighting stance making whoever had approached him raise his hands in a defensive matter. It was only after that Kon realized who had sneaked up on him.

"I wish it could have been a little cutie who'd come to my rescue." Kon sat back down, "Or anyone who doesn't happen to be a creepy shop owner." He eyed his visitor as he sat down on the swing next to him.

"That's not very nice, Kon." Said plushie shot him an annoyed glare, but Urahara simply gazed off into the distance, looking like he was lost in peaceful thoughts. "I'm very cute."

Kon's face faltered and Urahara flashed him a small smile. A lot of things could be said about Urahara, but in Kon's world 'cute' wasn't one of them. Cute was reserved for feminine people. Actually he didn't have a lot of positive or flattering adjectives to label Urahara with, but if he had to pick something, reliable would most likely be the one. Reliable meant in a you-never-know-where-you-have-him-but-he'll-probably-help-you kind of way.

"So, why is my merchandise sitting alone and abandoned in the park in the middle of the night?" Kon snapped back to reality. Right, he would probably have to talk with Urahara in order for the whole sissy-thing on a swing to work.

"Ichigo threw me out." Back to pouting, arms crossed as much as his teddy body allowed them to be. "He can be such a girl when he's pissed off."

"Oh, and you couldn't have provoke him at all, Mr. Mod Soul?" To Urahara's luck he wasn't smiling anymore, if he had been, Kon might have attempted to kick his ass.

"No, one moment I was sleeping peacefully and then suddenly he was all over me, stepping on my face as if I was a cockroach he was trying to kill and then he threw me out the window screaming that skirts didn't look cute on him. I have no idea why he would want me to know that, it's not like letting his anger out on me will make them suit him any better." By the time Kon finished his rambling he had remembered, that he was dreaming about him and Ichigo on a shopping spree, both of them trying on dresses. And while he himself had been dressed in that hideous red/pinkish garment the Quincy had created for him, Ichigo had been wearing the cutest skirt with frills and ribbons tied in bows all over. What a coincidence that he would dream of Ichigo trying on skirts while Ichigo was having trouble finding one that looked good on him.

"Has he been acting like that for a long time or has it started within the last week or so?"

"What?" Kon eyed the shop owner; he knew he was up to something. Well, Urahara was always up to something, it was just unusual that Kon felt like he might be tricked into saying something he didn't want to. He didn't want to expose Ichigo to anyone who might be able to take advantage of the info. He'd keep his mouth shut, Ichigo's problems was Ichigo's problems.

"I guess I could rephrase the question for you." Urahara sent one of his serious stares in Kon's direction, making the plush toy sweat, if that was even possible. "Have you noticed any changes in Ichigo since that day you went to the zoo? Anything that feels different when you are occupying his body?"

"No." Kon lied and forced his eyes away from Urahara's. What was this all about? The shop owner was totally ruining this whole sentimental talk on the swings. Wasn't it supposed to be about making him feel better instead of talking more about stupid Ichigo and his behavioral problems?

"Are you sure?" Kon sighed and nodded, why did he keep pestering about Ichigo? Was the boy really that much more important to him?

"Well, if you say you haven't felt any change then I guess its fine the way it is. He just told me that he's been having a few problems lately." Urahara paused and went back to that at-peace-with-the-world-look. "As you might know, damage done to one's soul or shinigami self can - and most likely will - be transferred to one's body and vice versa. So if there happened to be any trouble with Ichigo's body, caused by his shinigami self or not, it could be transferred to your soul whenever you are in his body. Kind of like a contagious disease."

Kon's mouth dropped open and he felt like panicking. He didn't know that.

"And in your case it might be even more relevant, considering you are from a production without a lot of the newer safety precautions installed to limit your soul from taking on traits from your host."

"Pre-Precautions?" A lot of this was new to Kon, perhaps this was the reason he'd been feeling beside himself lately.

"Yes, you were part of a series with a few extra 'holes' in your personality. It was meant to make you slowly adapt to your hosts personality and tastes, the holes being filled with their personality, but it was also part of what made you a bit... dysfunctional." The blonde paused making Kon's stitches tense up. "But if you haven't noticed anything odd, then I might just be worrying for nothing after all." By now Urahara had succeeded in making Kon nervous and quite worried about his own wellbeing.

"If... if there were any changes, could you... you know... fix them?" Kon looked at Urahara with a small shimmer of hope hidden in his plastic eyes. Urahara made a small shrug.

"Maybe, if my theory is correct... I think there's a possibility that it's reversible. But I need more information, and Ichigo clamed shut when I tried to make him talk about it. I had hoped you might have noticed something that could help unravel the mystery."

"Perhaps... perhaps I might have noticed a few changes then." Kon finally said after a series of gulps and nervous spasms of his eyebrows. "But I'm only telling you because I want to be like I was before."

Then Kon started talking about all the odd things he had noticed recently and Urahara silently listened, nodding every once in a while. Kon told him that when he was in Ichigo's body it felt like he was burning up with fever and all he wanted to do was enter the nearest fridge and stay there to cool down. He left out the parts about being more attracted to guys recently, but he did tell about the urge to follow the traces of strong reiatsu when he stumbled upon them, which was also why he had started sneaking into Ichigo's bed. The boy's strong flow of reiatsu was like a lullaby drawing Kon to him. The desire was stronger when he was in Ichigo's body than his plush one because the plush one had trouble picking up on anything, but when he was in the same room as the source of reiatsu, he could hardly keep himself from jumping the boy. That was why he tried to sleep as much as possible when Ichigo was home, so he wouldn't give himself away. And when he was awake he'd pick fights with Ichigo, that way he could stay close to the boy without anyone getting suspicious. Even though he might have acted a little like a jerk lately, that still didn't allow Ichigo to throw him out of the room earlier today.

But then there were the most bothering psychical change he had noticed; that which humans called having a hard-on. He had never experienced anything like it – the feeling was really strange, like there wasn't enough room in Ichigo's already tight pants and he felt like rubbing it against something. At first it had been easy enough to just ignore it, but over the week he had had to mentally kick his own ass in order for him not to touch it – it belonged to Ichigo – and he had this idea that it would be considered rape or sexual assault on Ichigo's part if he did. Only once he'd tried touching it, but he'd stopped before anything had happened, intimidated by the weird feeling it gave him and afraid of what Ichigo would do to him if he found out. The last part he didn't tell Urahara, but he had a feeling he knew anyway.

After finishing his story he waited for the shop owner to make the next move. He had to wait for what felt like hours while the blonde pondered about things though. In reality it was probably only a couple of minutes. Urahara got up and dusted of his clothes and tipped his hat back to scratch the front of his head.

"Thanks Kon, you gave me a few more pieces of the puzzle to work with... but I'm afraid the overall picture might be bigger than I thought." He walked a few steps away from Kon and stretched his arms above his head. "I think I'll be going back home now, you should do the same before the rain breaks out."

Kon huffed again. The stupid rain was going to make him wet and because of stupid Ichigo he couldn't go home. Well, he could, but he would have to stay outside all night since he wouldn't be able to get inside. Perhaps he should convince Ichigo to get a cat, that way they'd have to install a cat door and he would be able to come and go as he pleased. It would probably be easier to convince Yuzu the next time he was in Ichigo's body.

"Oh, and Kon," he looked up at the blonde, "about that hating-Ichigo phase of yours. You should remember that if it wasn't for Ichigo insisting on leaving you in his care, I would have exchanged you with another mod soul and – if not destroyed – you would have been locked away for a very long time. You should be thankful to him."

"I... I know that!" Kon wanted to yell it at the shop owner, but he couldn't collect enough volume in his voice. He hadn't thought about that before, perhaps he should cut Ichigo a little more slack, even though he didn't want the youngster's pity. He wanted his respect and for them to be equals.

"Good. You know, perhaps when you take care of his body, you could take care of that problem for him as well. I think Ichigo would like getting back a body that was stress relieved, that would be a nice way of saying thanks for saving you and giving you a home."

Kon thought about it for a few moments while watching Urahara disappearing into the darkness. Perhaps the shop owner was right on that one; after all out of the two of them, he was the one who had been a real human once and he had been living among humans for centuries more than Kon had. He might give it a try the next time.

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"No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong Ichigo!" Rukia said and stopped her modified Randy Johnson pitching machine.

"Then what am I supposed to do, there's no way I can tell the difference between the balls at that speed." Ichigo swung the baseball bat he was holding around a couple of times before finally letting it rest on his shoulder. His gaze fell upon Rukia sitting on a bench next to the crazy machine.

"You haven't improved at all since the last time we tried this training method. Just hit the ones charged with reiatsu and let those without pass by. It's not that complicated." She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. It had already been half an hour and Ichigo hadn't shown any sign of improvement or getting the hang of the special training. She had even insisted that Ichigo did the training in his shinigami from, since it would be easier to sense reiatsu without the limitations of the human body. What a waste of time that had been.

"Last time there were markings on the balls, they all look alike now. Besides I don't get why being able to differentiate between baseballs will help me." He pointed an accusing finger at her, emphasizing that it wasn't his fault that the training wasn't going anywhere.

"You don't look at them, you sense them. If you're having trouble doing that you can try it blindfolded. We're doing this so you'll be better with sensing reiatsu. And before you start complaining this training is designed to make you able to predict attacks you can't see by feeling them instead." She paused to rub her temples in annoyance. "I just can't figure out how you're able to separate Chad's reiatsu from ordinary people, when you can't do it with these balls." The sound of Randy Johnson booting up reached Ichigo's ears as Rukia pressed the start button once again. He got back into position, getting ready to try and hit the right balls and avoid the pepper-booby-trapped ones once more. Why Rukia would use pepper he had no idea, must be some kind of shinigami training thing he shouldn't try to understand.

"Isn't there any other way to make it easier to tell the difference? I don't want to get hit in the head because I was blindfolded and couldn't see the ball." The first ball of the 5th round came at him. Was it charged or not? He slowed his breathing down trying to calm himself a little to better sense what was coming at a ridiculously fast pace. Charged or not charged? He didn't reach a conclusion before the ball had entered his danger zone and he swung the bat instinctively successfully hitting the ball. As soon as the bat and the ball connected the ball exploded and left behind a cloud of pepper making Ichigo's eyes water. Obviously that had been a fake ball.

"You stupid... that's it Ichigo," Rukia reached into her bag and got out a long piece of cloth. "We're going with the blindfold."

Approximately twenty minutes later Ichigo found himself lying on the ground partly covered in pepper dust and panting heavily. That had to be the most idiotic plan Rukia had ever come up with... that actually worked.

After the first few balls had passed him he had started getting the idea and successfully hit every reiatsu charged ball that came at him afterwards, making the addition of the blindfold a success. The only problem was that he couldn't see nor sense the fake balls and sure enough all of them had hit him. So now he was feeling a bit beaten up – but extremely happy that Randy Johnson had run out of balls and Rukia had called it a day.

She had already left to go somewhere only she knew about but not before practically ordering him to return home right away. He scowled at that. First of all she couldn't decide that for him, if he didn't want to 'return home right away' he didn't have to. Though he kind off wanted to, so he could wash of all of the pepper dust and he was getting hungry too. Second of all, well, he didn't really have any another reasons to not follow her instructions. Perhaps it was just that he didn't like to follow orders blindly like that, she had been a little bossy today.

There might have been one other reason why he wouldn't want to go home; he had to come up with some way to apologize to that stuffed lion for throwing him out on a rainy night. He got up and dusted himself off a bit, picked up his discarded zanpakuto and strapped it to his back before he started walking home. No use in postponing the matter, Kon might just get angrier the more time he was left to himself. Ichigo sighed and thought back to what had happened earlier today.

In the morning Yuzu had brought Kon to his room. She had started fetching the lion for him when she found it anywhere outside of his room even though Ichigo had spend several times and hours trying to explain to her that he did not own a teddy bear and that he had no idea who it belonged to. But Yuzu would just smile at him every time and somehow leave Kon in his room without him noticing. Sometimes she would dress Kon up before returning him, but that hadn't been the case this time unless wearing a towel could be referred to as dressed up. Back to the topic; she had found Kon outside, sitting next to the front door. He was soaking wet so she had brought him wrapped in a towel like a newborn baby.

Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch at the thought of him sitting dumb folded holding Kon like that until Yuzu had left them alone. He had then realized Kon was mad at him, refusing to answer Ichigo's questions about why he was drenched. Besides the fact that Kon wouldn't talk to Ichigo there was the problem that the water had also made him heavy and gave Kon trouble moving, so Ichigo – not in the mood to deal with the moody lion – had settled for leaving him to dry on the radiator. Aside from the occasional snort from Kon, the morning had been pretty quiet until Rukia had shown up and ordered Ichigo to train with her.

Kon was still angry when Ichigo and Rukia had left him. He was sitting on Ichigo's bed in Ichigo's body trying to blow-dry his stuffed body with a hair dryer. Kon had snorted at him as he had said his usual warnings and goodbyes.

Of cause it was only after that, while he was observing his surroundings as the two of them had made their way to the place Rukia had decided he should be trained, that he had realized that it must have rained with no end all night, and he had banished Kon to the outside and a wet fate. So he guessed he should allow the stuffed animal some room today and be nice to him. And seeing as he had reached home now, he could start that plan right away.

Ichigo took a deep breath bracing himself for what was to come. He felt a little nervous – a little a kin to what he had felt when he had been pacing around in front of Urahara Shoten yesterday, only this time it was because he had to reveal a nice side to Kon. He hoped the lion wouldn't want him to explain why he had had such a short fuse last night.

He jumped up to his window – something he was grateful his shinigami body could do – opened the unlocked window and slipped into his room. He noticed Kon still sitting on the bed and he turned towards him while scratching the back of his head, trying to look like he wasn't nervous that his 'be nice'-plan wouldn't backfire. He'd start with asking how things were going with drying his lion body.

"Hey Kon, how's it going wi- WHOA! Wha-What?" Ichigo had a serious case of doubting his own eyes. If he were to believe what he was seeing, then Kon was on his bed... a naked Kon was on his bed... a naked Kon with both his hands between his legs - between Ichigo's legs to be exact. Ichigo felt like he had just caught himself doing something he'd never want to get caught doing.

"I-Ichigo!" Kon quickly covered himself up with the sheets and a slight blush crept to his cheeks. "It's not what it looks like… Or it is... I mean... I have a really good reason for... this."

"Ugh... yeah." Be nice, be nice, be nice. He has his reasons, cut him some slack. Whatever you do, don't kill him. Man this is awkward. "Just... finish it quickly, I'll wait outside."

Ichigo turned away from Kon feeling his own cheeks starting to heat up from their glaring at each other. Spotting the still open window he took the few steps towards it, intending to climb out, but he was stopped as Kon reached out and caught his wrist. Ichigo found his gaze wouldn't quite move away from the window to meet Kon's and he wanted to flee to whole scene, but the mod soul had successfully rooted him to the ground.

"Ichigo..." He could hear the small plea in Kon's voice, begging Ichigo to at least listen to him. In his current frozen state, Ichigo found he had no choice but to abide by the mod soul's silent wish. He waited for Kon to find the words he was desperately trying to string together to get Ichigo to understand. "I... I just wanted to help out."

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"I've noticed it, Ichigo. All week, whenever I'm in your body I feel it." Why, hello ironic twist. "It feels like I'm burning - I've seen that you always feel so relaxed after doing this, so I... I." Apparently Ichigo's little problem wasn't just his own anymore, it had spread to his body... and to Kon. If Kon felt anything like Ichigo did whenever his problem 'arose', he could understand why the mod soul was doing it. Actually he was surprised that the mod soul had been able to resist.

"I can understand if you're angry with me and want your body back." Kon released Ichigo's wrist and the orange haired boy regained his ability to move. The mod soul got a really sad expression on his face and he let his hand drop to the bed. Ichigo bit his tongue as he sorted out his own feelings on the subject. A bit surprised he found that he wasn't angry at all, actually he felt responsible for Kon's behavior, but he still didn't feel like sitting down and explaining everything. He'd just let it slide and it was kind of nice that Kon wanted to 'lend him a hand' with his problems. Perhaps Kon had already realized what was going on, and that was why he was doing it, Ichigo always told him to 'take care' of his body. Sighed Ichigo looked at Kon who was still looking sad and had started starring holes in the mattress. Ichigo knew he would have to reassure the mod soul.

"I'm… not angry, Kon. I'm just... a bit surprised. I didn't realize that this problem of mine had become a problem for you as well." Kon had started starring intensely at him the second he had started speaking and goose bumps had spread all over Ichigo's body, he had no idea he had to ability to look the way Kon did now.

"I… uhm… I guess it is okay for you to, you know, as long as it is because my body is causing you trouble and not for... your own personal gain." That felt weird, like giving someone else permission to touch you whenever they wanted to. But he also knew Kon wouldn't be able to walk around like everything was as it used to be if he had to hide his crotch all the time. So giving a temporary permission was probably the best thing to do right now.

"I'm going to go outside for a bit so you ca-" Ichigo didn't get to finish his sentence before Kon had a firm grip on his wrist again, keeping Ichigo from escaping out the window. The shinigami froze up again but managed to force his eyes to make contact with the mod soul's. He could swear that even though he was looking at his own body, when starring into those eyes it wasn't 'Ichigo' but 'Kon' he was seeing.

"Don't go." Was all Kon said, before a deep blush spread over his cheeks and didn't stop until all of his face had a slight reddish glow. "I'm not sure how to..."

Ichigo waited for Kon to finish his sentence, but nothing came except for more blushing and small stuttering of different vowels. Kon wasn't sure how to what? ... Oh... Oh great. What was he supposed to do about that? Kon didn't want him to teach him, did he? However it was a bit comforting to know that Kon hadn't been enjoying his body like that before.

Sighing Ichigo let his free hand run though his orange locks. Right now somewhere out there, he was sure some gods were having a laugh over him. He couldn't believe he was actually going to go though with this. But then again, giving your own body a hand-job might not be that weird after all.

"Okay, but just this one time. Never again, I don't even want to talk about it afterwards. And I never want to catch you doing it." Kon nodded seemingly happy and let Ichigo's wrist free. A few seconds Ichigo thought about jumping out the window and run off, but he diminished the idea and closed the window locking it and closed the curtains, making the room darker.

While Kon's gaze was following him he walked around the bed, unstrapped his zanpakuto from his back and placed it against the wall before climbing unto the bed and positioning himself against the headboard. Ichigo spread his legs creating room for Kon to sit between them and he patted the space signaling to the mod soul to come over. Kon was slow in understanding his intentions.

"Sit here." Ichigo ordered and Kon scooped over, getting between Ichigo's legs and rested his back against Ichigo's chest. "Bend your legs up, like that... yes." Ichigo's hands supported shaking legs as they did as he commanded, he bend his own legs along with Kon to show what he wanted him to do.

Ichigo closed his eyes and let his head rest on Kon's shoulder, like this he might be able to just pretend he was touching himself. His hands slowly trailed the inside of Kon's thighs one hand stopping to rest on his stomach pulling Kon as close as possible while the other wrapped around his erection. Kon made a strangled sound and Ichigo could feel him shaking in his hold. Ichigo hoped the shaking was because Kon was too excited to control his limps and not because he was afraid.

Taking a deep breath Ichigo started moving his hand slowly up and down squeezing a bit harder now and then. Kon started twitching slightly in his hold and small moans escaped his mouth. The sounds coming from Kon made Ichigo's face heat up; this was nothing like giving yourself a hand-job after all. As precum had started lubricating his shaft Ichigo moved his hand faster and whenever he reached the top he'd run his thumb over the tip, smearing more precum up and down.

The hand that had kept Kon pinned against Ichigo felt stomach muscles clench hard and unclench with every stroke he made, making it hard for Kon to breathe normally. Suddenly feeling a bit bold Ichigo let his free hand wander over Kon's chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps wherever he moved his fingers, before finally settling for pinching a nipple lightly. Kon's head fall back unto Ichigo's shoulder as a small hissing moan left his body. Ichigo could tell from the way his body had started tensing up that it wouldn't last much longer now.

Letting go of the erection Ichigo took one of Kon's hands and wrapped it around the throbbing and slippery member instead. He placed his own hand on top of Kon's, guiding him in rubbing himself to completion. As Ichigo expected it was only a matter of a few more firm jerks before Kon's body completely tensed up in his embrace and he came over their hands arching away from Ichigo's chest with a silent scream.

Ichigo removed his hands from Kon and sat up letting his head fall back against the wall. Kon rolled his head towards Ichigo's letting his face hide underneath Ichigo's chin trying to calm his breathing and make his senses return to normality.

"You smell like pepper." Ichigo couldn't help a little smile forming as Kon stated that. He had completely forgotten about it and being reminded in this situation was just stupid. He reached up and ruffled Kon's hair a bit until he felt Kon had calmed down. Pushing lightly at Kon he created enough room to slip out and get off the bed.

"Where are you going looking like that?" Kon asked and Ichigo turned around, eyes fixated on the mess they had made on Kon's stomach. Kon was right, he couldn't run around the house in his shinigami form, but he couldn't let Kon run out to get something to clean with in his current nude and dirty state either.

"It's better if I sneak out to get a towel with you looking like that." Kon got a semi-annoyed expression on his face and sat up, reaching out to take Ichigo's hand and pulled him back to the bed.

"I didn't mean it like that," a bit surprised Ichigo didn't put up a fight as Kon tugged a little harder and he fell unto the bed landing on his back and Kon crawled on top of him on all four, letting a hand rest on Ichigo's crotch. "I'm talking about this."

Ichigo's face lit fire as he realized what Kon was referring to. He had been so focused on letting Kon feel the relief he knew would help the mod soul that he hadn't noticed his own arousal, but obviously Kon had and he seemed determined to do something about it.

"Ko-Kon!" Instinctively Ichigo's hands flew to the shoulders of the boy topping him, but he didn't push him away. "You don't have to do that."

"But I want to, Ichigo. I want to be an asset to you. Please, just trust me for once." They shared a long exchange of emotions through their eyes before Ichigo finally gave up, the stare Kon was sending him was loud and clear – he wasn't going to let Ichigo get away before he had returned the favor. Ichigo gulped and let his arms fall onto the bed. He needed to do some serious thinking about himself and his sexual preferences when this was over.

"Go for it."

Kon flashed him a bright smile as he tugged at the fabric keeping Ichigo's hakama in place. He almost ripped open the top before getting the sash off and he pushed down the pants, loosened the shoes and finally pulled all of it all the way off. Kon immediately returned to sitting between Ichigo's thighs and mimicked the way Ichigo's hands had crept up his own thighs earlier on. As Kon wrapped his now experienced hand around Ichigo's shaft and started squeezing while moving up and down Ichigo's breathing became irregular and he had to bite on his own hand in order not to moan out. Having someone else do this to him was definitely heaven on earth.

Suddenly a new feeling he hadn't felt before overcame Ichigo and he eyes shot open and he pushed himself up on his elbows to see what was going on. He was a bit shocked to say the least as his watched his erection disappear into Kon's mouth. He hadn't expected it to be that good considering this would only be Kon's second time, but this experience was simply mind blowing.

Ichigo fell back onto the bed again unable to keep himself from moaning anymore. Kon was switching between licking and sucking while pumping the part of him that didn't fit into his mouth; it was way too much stimulation for Ichigo's body to keep up with. Ichigo's legs bend, his hands flew to Kon's head trying to get it out of the way as his entire being contracted and he came.

"How was that?" Ichigo was gasping for his breath trying to get back to earth as he locked eyes with Kon again, blushing. Kon was smiling at him with cum all over his face; apparently Ichigo hadn't moved fast enough to get him away.

"That was... good." If possible his blush just deepened. Ichigo sat up and reached for the discarded sheets, not minding getting them dirty. Taking hold of Kon's chin he started cleaning of his still goofily smiling face.

"What's so funny, stupid?" Kon just kept smiling letting Ichigo wipe off his own masterpiece. "If it's not something funny, stop smiling like that."

"I'm just happy." Ichigo had finished with the face and started cleaning off Kon's stomach too. "I was just thinking that it was a good idea to follow Urahara's advice after all."

Ichigo froze instantly upon hearing that name, looking Kon straight in the eye searching for anything that would tell him that Kon was making it up. He didn't find any.

"Urahara Kisuke... you are so dead!"

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Author Rambling:
Yeah :|
That was the best ending I could come up with for this chapter. Hope you liked it... As always - I love reviews. I don't write faster if you leave one, but I do feel appreciated getting them :-)
Next update might take a little while since exams are starting next week - and yes, exams during christmas and new year sucks!