Author's rambling:
Hi again, so happy to see that you have made it all the way to chapter five!
2 out of 3 winter exams are over now, so I had a little time off to write this piece for you guys! I also bought a new computer (cause I needed the space for anime and my rapidly growing Bleach yaoi collection, dammit!) so I'm still getting used to writing on a new keyboard… might be a few more mistakes in this chapter cause of that, either that's the reason or because I've rewritten this thing like 10 times and I'm still not that happy with it... It's not the longest piece to date, but I went way further with it rating wise than I intended to, I figured that would be a Christmas/'sorry that I'm making you wait' present for you patient readers – and I really wanted to get the boys to play with each other soon (I admit it, I'm a perv). So this is what all of that amounted to. This is also why the plot development might be missing in this chapter... Sorry about that! I had plans for this chapter, I swear, the sudden urge for smut just overpowered me *insert random battle with me against the smut kung fu style*... Yeah, I lost big time... Hope the scene seems 'realistic' enough and fits in compared to my previous parts *a bit worried*and I think I might have made Ichigo a bit too submissive and weak, I found it really hard to write (kind off) consensual smut xD
Oh, and I guess a thanks for +2000 hits and +25 reviews would be in order! Thank you so very much!! *bows*Makes me really happy and makes me want to write more and more! I'm thinking about making a part 2 of the story once it's finished, seen from Urahara's POV since I'm keeping everything about him kind of secret all the way through this story... We get to see a little in the next chapter (was supposed to be this one, but the smut took up all the space), but... yeah... There are so many secrets that won't be in this story because I can't imagine Urahara confessing them to anyone but himself, and I originally planned on keeping the story in Ichigo's / Rukia's / Kon's pov... let me know if anyone's interested in reading that, ne? ...
I really need to learn how to trim down my ramblings, don't I? On with it!
Disclaimer: I do not 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 ^^;; (He would be more awesome if he finished Zombie Powder though... I really love Gamma's sword...)
Warnings:Oh my, didn't you read my notes above?... SMUT! This means - WARNING! MAN ON MAN ACTION - YAOI!!! Un-betaed UraharaxIchigo smexyness
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Chapter Go – Getting in deeper
Ichigo was angry - very angry. Actually he wasn't even sure 'angry' could begin to describe what the soaring fire he could currently feel creeping through his veins was doing to him. He was annoyed beyond reason and more pissed off than he had been for years. It was as if just the slightest push would be enough to send him over the edge and into a fit of rage, and it kind of scared Ichigo that he was able to feel that way. But this was what the past few days' small annoying troubles had amounted to. And of cause the reason for all the negative emotions he was currently harboring and trying desperately to suppress was none other than Urahara Kisuke. The exact same man that had - much to Ichigo's dismay - sealed himself off from the outside world for days now. Always busy when Ichigo came over after school to beat the living daylights out of him.
If it hadn't been for the big puppy dog eyes Ururu flashed him or Tessai's sorry expression with eyes that threatened to break into tears every time they told Ichigo off he would have thrown a tantrum in the shop a long time ago, just to lure out the beast that was sneaking around somewhere deep inside. To make matters even worse, Ichigo had this feeling that Urahara was avoiding him and that he wasn't really as busy as his assistants kept trying to get Ichigo to believe. Aside from everything Urahara had physically done to him or had someone else do to him plus the psychological trauma Urahara's little gift in his math book had caused, then this whole avoid-Ichigo-matter was what was pushing Ichigo's buttons the most. He felt his eyebrow starting to twitch from just remembering what the pervert had indirectly made him go through since all of this stared.
At first Ichigo had been able handle everything moderately well since they seemed to be separate incidents, but lately things just seemed to unravel and reveal a darker plan underneath. He could handle Urahara's 'playful' nature as long as it was in small doses and he could get away when he needed a break. It wasn't that troublesome with Kon's new hobby; Ichigo's body, since he somehow managed to perform the ceremony without Ichigo ever finding out, and he even found that he could ignore the 'homework' Urahara had given him by simply throwing the papers away. Annoyingly enough though Urahara had predicted that and mailed him new ones, but he had ripped them up and thrown those out as well.
But the place where things began to go wrong was when he had realized that Kon had filled out the form he thought he had thrown into the trash can – quite detailed – and things had started getting a bit out of proportions. Ichigo knew he needed a scapegoat he could let his anger out on, and he knew there could only be one person fitting the bill perfectly. If Urahara hadn't made that idiotic form in the first place Kon couldn't have accidentally left it on Ichigo's desk for everyone to see, luckily no one did, but the thought of it was enough. If he hadn't entered the room before Rukia, she would have for sure.
But if Urahara hadn't given Kon the idea of 'helping Ichigo' in the first place, Kon wouldn't have been able to fill it out, and now that Ichigo had had time to think about it, he also blamed Urahara for not coming to his rescue way earlier that time with the hollow. If he had, none of this stupid shit would have happened in the first place.
In other words, Urahara Kisuke would be fucked the second Ichigo could bring his hands around the shop owner's neck. And yes, Ichigo was well aware that his language hadn't been pretty lately.
But after getting the 'you shall not pass' four times in a row Ichigo had decided that the fifth time had to be the charm and today would be the day where he would get his outlet. And Urahara would be sorry. But so far things wasn't going any differently from the last couple of times he had tried getting close enough to the man to beat him up until he was begging Ichigo to forgive him for every single thing he had done in his life. At the very least that was how Ichigo hoped it would go down once he found a way around the beast's guardians, and he knew he would have to come up with a plan fit for a genius to get past today's guardians; Ururu and Jinta. But then again, how hard could it be to get past two children?
"Sorry Kurosaki-san, Kisuke-san doesn't want to see anyone today either." Ururu said it as if she had practiced the sentence for years. She was sitting at a small table with Jinta next to the entrance to the beast's lair. They were drinking tea and reading magazines, both of them not really paying any attention to Ichigo. Ichigo hoped that this would be easier than anticipated; he just needed to get them to go away from the door or get their attention to something that wasn't him... like themselves.
"Can't you at least go ask him before telling me that? Did he say something about keeping me out of here or what's going on?"
"Che, are you stupid or something, Kurosaki?" Jinta didn't even bother to remove his gaze from the reading material while insulting Ichigo. "Kisuke said not to let anyone bother him and that includes us you know."
"Come on, I promise I won't take much of his time." A small well placed whine in his voice was caught by Ururu's ears and she started giving him that facial expression of feeling sorry that Ichigo had been troubled by her master once again, he could use that. "I mean, can't you tell that it's important that I talk to him? It's the fifth time he won't let me see him and it was urgent enough the first time."
Ururu looked at Jinta making a small 'uuuh'ing sound making a vein pop on the smaller redhead's forehead and he hit her hard on the head with his magazine making the girl whine herself.
"No, Kisuke said not to bother him. You know how he gets if he's disturbed when he is..." Jinta took a quick peek at Ichigo before whispering to Ururu, "... you know. And it'll be our heads if we're the reason someone gets in." Jinta made the mistake of looking straight at Ururu's big puppy eyes as he finished his reasoning getting him caught in her spell. Ichigo fought to suppress a smirk, so even Jinta had enough manly hormones to fall victim to the pleading stare of a little girl.
"But Jinta-kun, it seems really important to Kurosaki-san!" Perfect, while they would be arguing Ichigo could sneak past them. He started inching towards the door making as little sound and movement as possible.
"You're just as dumb as you look, you know. If you don't follow Kisuke's orders he will fire you and get someone who can, and you don't want to live on the streets, right?"
"Ki-Kisuke-san wouldn't do that!" Ururu's eyes started watering up, but Jinta ignored her crossing his arms trying to seem important and wise as he prepared to give her a lesson.
"He would. Don't you remember that black cat he threw out for wrecking his lab? If he can find it in his heart to kick out a cat he can kick out a stupid little girl who's too dumb to do anything right." Despite the huge insult Ururu seemed to return to normal as she thought about it.
"Oh, so that's what happened to Kitty-san. I always wondered why we didn't see it after that explosion, I'm so happy that it didn't die." Ururu clapped her hands and looked around the customer-empty shop trying to locate their visitor but failed in doing so. "It seems Kurosaki-san has slipped past us."
"Yeah, took him long enough, really. I can't understand why Kisuke thinks he's so interesting, even a menos would've been able to get in faster and more discrete than that." He paused as a small snicker escaped him. "Kurosaki really has no idea what he's going to find though... I hope we don't get punished too hard for this." Jinta then opened his magazine and resumed reading.
"I think seeing Kurosaki-san will make Kisuke-san very happy." Ururu smiled to herself before picking up her trusty broom and walked to the door. One of Jinta's eyebrows popped up and he looked questioningly at Ururu.
"Why do you think that?"
She turned and gave him a knowing smile and a little shrug. "Because Kisuke-san really likes unique people."
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"Hello?" Ichigo opened the door to yet another room he hadn't been in before. Looking around he quickly decided that Urahara wasn't present and he closed the door again going for the next one. He had no idea how something that looked so small from the outside had so many rooms and so much space on the inside. It was like some kind of magic trick or illusion – it couldn't just be blamed on a good architect that much was for sure.
Ichigo let his hand fall onto the next door in line and froze before opening the door to peek inside. He didn't have to in order to know he had the right one this time around, he could feel the pulsating reiatsu coming from the other side from the vibrations in the wooden door. Small beads of sweat started to form on his forehead and he felt paralyzed by the waves slowly pushing against his hand making him sway a little. It was strangely alluring though, somehow lulling him into a trance like state and making his eyes glaze over all the while his body trembled slightly with excitement.
Ichigo gulped before shaking his head to bring himself back to his senses, he couldn't let himself get thrown off just from this. If this was his reaction to the vibrations of Urahara's reiatsu, he would be blown away by the real thing. If he didn't get back into pissed-off-mode he wouldn't have a chance as soon as he actually opened the door. But he couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind the door that would lead to this insane outlet of reiatsu. When he had come to the lab the other day he hadn't been able to sense anything at all... Perhaps this was the result of Rukia's daily dose of reiatsu sensing training? He surely hoped so; that would certainly be better than Urahara suddenly being powerful.
"Get your game face on, Ichigo." he mumbled to himself trying to make his anger surface and make the sudden excitement disappear. Finally setting his facial expression to his most angry scowl he smacked the door open and stepped inside the surprisingly dark room, he almost flinched as the door banged against the wall and made a loud cracking noise. Luckily he didn't.
"I know you're in here, Urahara!" Ichigo had no doubt about that - he could almost feel the essence of Urahara pressing against him like it was trying to engulf him. "Hey, stop hiding... get your ass out here."
The lack of a response annoyed Ichigo and the thickness of the reiatsu in the room was making him feel lightheaded - it was heavy and if he had been weaker it would have made him drop to the floor. He had never felt reiatsu that powerful yet so calm before. Ichigo's skin started to heat up and gave off a throbbing feeling as the pulsating reiatsu lured him into its rhythm. If he had come with a slightly more peaceful purpose than verbally blasting the man into oblivion he would have simply given into the tempting sensation Urahara probably didn't even know he was giving off.
Taking control of his emotions again and not really interested in playing hide and seek Ichigo started fumbling the wall next to the door searching for the light switch, finding it he clicked it, making the room change from rather dark to moderately bright.
Judging by the interior of the room it had to be Urahara's own room. If Ichigo didn't conclude that from the closets by the walls, the haori, hat and sandals among the paper mess all over the floor and the rather big futon in the middle of all the mess, it might have been because the beast himself was currently trying to sit up clumsily on the futon while covering his eyes from the light and making mumbled disapproving sounds.
"What the hell!" Ichigo's one hand clenched into a fist while the other pointed accusingly at Urahara's sitting form. "So the reason you're too fucking busy to see me for five days in a row is because you're lying around sleeping like some old retired geezer? Wow, certainly says a bit about your priorities, doesn't it? Or are you just that scared of what I'm going to do to you for messing up my life more than it already is? You're just-" and Ichigo found his voice got stuck in his throat and he had to gulp several times as Urahara lowered his hand and shot him a very angry glare. Ichigo could swear there was a hint of red light covering his gray pupils making him look extremely scary. He had never thought Urahara could pull off the 'I'm dangerous' look.
"Someone better be on the verge of dying if it was important enough to wake me up." Okay, so Urahara clearly wasn't a morning person, or afternoon person would be more correct, but Ichigo couldn't afford to let it scare him. Not the angry glare or the sudden increased pressure of reiatsu... or that the man had been sleeping naked and was now barely covered by his sheets forcing a huge blush to Ichigo's cheeks. That may just have been the reason the kids didn't want to go talk to the man when he asked them to. Dangerous and naked would normally scare Ichigo off too, but not today.
"The only one who is about to have a near death experience around here is you if you don't start answering all of my questions right about now." Ichigo crossed his arms to stress he was serious and tried pulling off his own danger glare, probably without success though.
Urahara blinked a few times and got a confused expression on his face as he scratched his stomach a little, Ichigo felt his blush deepen and he forced his gaze from the older man. Urahara finally emitted a small sigh and gone was that scary look as he looked Ichigo up and down with an indifferent stare before he fell back onto the futon yawning.
"So it's Ichigo this time, huh? My dreams just keep getting weirder and weirder... Would you do me a favor and close the door and turn of the lights again, I'd like to have a nice peaceful dream for once." Ichigo reluctantly closed the door but ignored the part with turning of the lights. He needed the light, but the door was better of closed so the little guardians wouldn't come running from the yelling he was about to do.
"You're not dreaming, idiot, don't go back to sleep when I'm talking to you, hey, don't close your eyes on me! Do you hear me? Urahara!?" Ichigo's eyebrow started twitching again and he stomped towards the now snoring man. He was tired of being denied his chances to speak and just as annoyed about being ignored when he finally had his chance. A little punishment would serve the man right and Ichigo kicked him hard enough for the man to roll of the futon releasing a small yelp that pleased Ichigo more than it should have.
"Serves you right," Ichigo mumbled to himself as he moved closer feeling the urge to repeat the action. However Urahara had other plans and he reached out for Ichigo's legs with both hands and pulled them away underneath Ichigo making him fall to the floor landing on his back. Before he had a chance to get back up the blonde had crawled over him and placed himself in between Ichigo's legs and hands on each side of Ichigo's head. The teen's eyes widened his voice dry in his throat and those beads of sweat started appearing on his forehead again. Urahara was way too close and yet Ichigo couldn't help but think that he was still too far away. This was not good, not good at all.
"You are a troublesome attention seeking brat."
"If you had taken time for me when I asked for it days ago I wouldn't have barged in to get your attention!" Ichigo spat back while trying to wriggle away from Urahara's imprisonment. The red shine had returned to his eyes and a thoughtful expression covered his features. For once Ichigo was happy that he couldn't look away from it; otherwise his eyes might have automatically gone south and started to investigate Urahara's nude form.
"Why Ichi... if you're craving my attention that much then I will of cause give it to you, in fact, you can have all of it." Ichigo once again found his ability to react delayed as Urahara leaned down and almost brushed their lips together. His thoughts were racing faster than he could keep up with. Why was Urahara calling him 'Ichi'? Why was he almost kissing him? Didn't something like this happen before? Why hadn't he pushed him off yet? Did any of it matter if he would just complete the kiss already?
Ichigo felt his eyes close and his racing thoughts come to an abrupt stop as Urahara finally leaned in a few more millimeters and connected them for real. Each touch of the blonde's soft lips against his sent a surge of electricity through Ichigo's body and he knew he was quivering because of it. The kiss was gentle almost cautious, just like the first time they had kissed. Their lips moved slowly against each other in a steady rhythm, their breaths mixing and heating up their faces. Urahara was the one to deepen the kiss as he split Ichigo's lips with his tongue and wriggled it further in, swirling it around Ichigo's own. The sensation of their tongues sliding over each other and the occasional flick Urahara would make sent small jolts of excitement though the teen's body and his eyes opened just a bit looking at his partner. To Ichigo's own surprise the older man had his eyes open too, staring straight back at Ichigo. Ichigo felt he might go mad from staring into deep pits filled by something he could only classify as playful expectations and desire.
Urahara withdrew his tongue from Ichigo's mouth and finished up with a small nibble on the teen's lower lip as he sat back up. Ichigo gulped and his quivering evolved into a small tremble watching Urahara's shining orbs staring at him, raking over his still clothed body mentally undressing him, making him feel naked and vulnerable.
"That... that wasn't the kind of attention I was asking for." However Ichigo didn't mind getting it this way at all. The only issue really bothering him was that Urahara was still ignoring the intentions he had had, not taking him seriously.
"Oh, that's too bad Ichi…" The blonde bend back down and attached his lips to Ichigo's neck instead, kissing at the small amount of skin the collar of the school uniform didn't cover up. "Because that's the only attention I'm interested in giving you right now."
"Urahara... don't..." Ichigo's hands went to Urahara's shoulders pushing at them vainly. He partly wanted it to stop, he was getting that familiar sensation of heating up and though he had been able to control it better lately, he knew that it wouldn't take much more 'attention' for him to lose to whatever was inside of him.
"When we're doing this, I want you to call me Kisuke. I won't respond to 'Urahara'." Urahara had said it in between nibbling at Ichigo's earlobe and licking at the shell of the ear, making Ichigo shudder and tighten his grip on the man's shoulders digging his short nails into the skin.
"No. We're not doing anything that'll make us that familiar with each other and stop calling me 'Ichi', it's degrading." Calling Urahara by his first name would be the same as surrendering to him, and Ichigo knew he wasn't ready to do that yet. His gaze shifted to the ceiling, trying to find an object he could focus on to keep his mind from fogging over and convince him that he should just let things happen. "Urahara... stop this…"
"You're being disobedient, Ichi... and I punish disobedience quite hard." While continuing his attack on Ichigo's ear Urahara started opening the uniform, pushed it apart and did the same to the shirt underneath it revealing the teen's chest earning a gasp from Ichigo. Finally having a bigger area to work with the blonde kissed a trail down Ichigo's neck, past his collarbone and further down trapping a nipple between his lips and sucked on it.
"Ah, don't… don't touch there." Ichigo knew he was fighting a losing battle; his body had already betrayed him by reacting to Urahara's touches, making certain private places on his body harden and stand up almost instantly, or had they been doing that the entire time? The blonde was obviously aware of the state his body was in though; swirling his tongue around a hardened nipple before taking a hold of it with his teeth and pulling at it lightly until it snapped from his mouth.
"I'll decide which parts of your body I want to touch myself..." Urahara momentarily stopped his ministrations with a soft kiss to the slightly abused nipple as both his hands reached for Ichigo's belt, unbuckled it and pulled the zipper down. "You should just stay put for a little while and let me handle everything."
The rational side of Ichigo's inner debate was getting weaker by the second and he didn't attempt to stop Urahara as he removed Ichigo's still clutching hands from his shoulders and lowered them to the floor above Ichigo's head placing a small kiss on the teen's forehead while doing so. He didn't even protest as Urahara's long fingers slid down his chest, over his abdomen curling themselves around the hem of Ichigo's pants and tugged at them. Before Ichigo knew what he was doing he had raised his hips from the floor and allowed Urahara to pull off all of his lower garments in one swift motion. The lower part of his school uniform was thrown away to join the other mess on the floor and Urahara's attention went back to the boy lying sprawled before him; his breathing a bit faster than usual, flushed cheeks and half-lidded brown eyes.
Ichigo wished he had turned off the lights when he had been told so earlier, then he wouldn't have to endure watching Urahara taking in every visible curve of his body and he wouldn't feel this embarrassed about it. But as soon as he felt the other move into a comfortable position between his legs again and with the blondes hands back on his body sliding up his thighs, Ichigo forgot all about his embarrassment and let his eyes close once again, trying to calm his nerves. Ichigo's legs twitched at the ticklish sensation and he had to bite his lower lip to keep himself from emitting strange noises. One hand planted itself with a firm grip on the teen's hip keeping him in place while the other stopped at his groin, a single finger running up his shaft before rubbing it over the slit and taking a firm hold around it starting a rather slow teasing rhythm.
"Ura...Kisuke, don't-" Ichigo swallowed hard before bracing himself enough to look at the man he was calling out to. The blonde had stopped his movement, waiting for Ichigo to catch up. He knew the second he had decided on calling him by his first name was the second he had accepted what they were going to do. Ichigo was a bit confused about why he had accepted though, as far as he could tell he was still in control of himself.
"Don't what?"
"Don't stop."
"I won't." He received a genuine smile from the blonde at that, making Ichigo close his eyes again relaxing as waves of pleasure started filling his senses again. Kisuke's hand did wonders for Ichigo working its way up and down in a fast pace. The teen soon found he couldn't just keep still as instructed and he reached out for the blonde desperate for more contact then he was given. He succeeded in getting the other man's attention and brought him down until their lips were once again connected without Kisuke stopping his hand movement.
They shared a heated kiss, Kisuke slipping his tongue into Ichigo's mouth, enjoying the squirming movements from the boy underneath him as he tightened his grip on his erection slightly.
Ichigo found himself moaning into the kiss wrapping both his arms and legs around Kisuke the best he could and let his own tongue slide over the blonde's in sync with the treatment he was given. After a few moments they pulled away from each other with a thin thread of saliva still connecting their mouths. Kisuke flashed a small mischievous smile and quickened his pace further feeling Ichigo clench his legs harder around him, his irregular breathing turning into moans and small groans. It didn't take many seconds at the increased pace and tightness before Ichigo arched his back off the floor hugging his body to Kisuke's as he came over the other man's hand getting them both greased with his fluids. Ichigo felt his limps go weak and numb and he lost his grip on Kisuke, but the blonde held him in place until he had recovered enough to breathe normally again.
"You okay?" Kisuke asked while letting go of the boy and wiped off some of Ichigo's mess from his chest, smearing the sticky stuff between his fingers studying it.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Ichigo was a bit surprised he could find enough volume in his voice to say it loud enough for Kisuke to hear.
"Good, get ready for second act then." Ichigo wanted to ask what he meant by it, but he didn't need to as he felt Kisuke run a cum-lubricated finger between his cheeks finding his entrance and pushed the finger inside slowly. Ichigo lay perfectly still; it felt weird but didn't hurt at all like he had imagined it would, his breathing however seemed to speed up again as nervousness crept through his system. Kisuke waited a few more seconds making sure Ichigo was comfortable with what he was doing before pushing in a second finger and started moving his fingers around inside stretching Ichigo.
Ichigo fought hard to keep from clenching up at the intrusion, wanting to keep things as comfortable as possible. He didn't really care that normally he'd be back to his senses after coming and be embarrassed about his situation; right now he just wanted more of Kisuke and to know what it would feel like being with the other man for real.
Ichigo moaned out arching his back again and his hands clutched whatever mess they could reach on the floor as Kisuke's fingers reached and massaged something inside of him he didn't know was there. He was immediately hard again and couldn't stop himself from moving his hips to make Kisuke's fingers touch the same place again and again slowly driving him mad. He wasn't allowed the sensation for long since Kisuke's fingers disappeared from his body making Ichigo groan out almost angrily before realizing what the blonde was doing.
Kisuke positioned himself above Ichigo kissing his forehead once before pushing into Ichigo agonizingly slow. Ichigo felt like he was being stretched beyond his capacity wondering how long it would take for Kisuke to get it over with and finally be all the way inside. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and nuzzled his face against his neck for comfort, smelling the relaxing odor that was Kisuke.
Finally Kisuke stopped moving further in and allowed Ichigo a few moments to adjust and relax himself while whispering comforting words to the teen. Estimating that Ichigo was as relaxed as he was going to be in this frozen position Kisuke pulled out until he had almost completely exited Ichigo's body again before pushing back in, eliciting a soft moan from the teen beneath him. Kisuke repeated the motion again a bit faster causing Ichigo to let his head fall back onto the floor as another cry was ripped from his body, exposing his throat to Kisuke who latched his mouth to it and covered the skin with small kisses keeping his pace moving in and out of Ichigo.
Ichigo muffled his voice with his hand as the man managed to rub against that same spot inside of him again, stealing away his ability to breathe and think coherent thoughts. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around Kisuke's hips again feeling the blonde go deeper and hit his sensitive bundle of nerves with every entry to his body.
"Don't hold back... I want to hear you." Ichigo followed the command and let the sounds ripped from his body free, filling the room with his moans turning himself on even more.
"You don't have to hold back either, Kisuke." Ichigo breathed out. He was well aware that Kisuke must have been restraining himself to avoid hurting Ichigo, but he needed to know the other man was feeling the same amount of pleasure, and giving him permission to do what he wanted could to do that.
Ichigo caught a small chuckle from the older man before the pace was picked up yet again and the force of Kisuke's thrusts increased making Ichigo unable to focus on anything beside the pleasure he was receiving. Ichigo felt his body tighten again and knew he was on the edge, but before we could warn Kisuke his second orgasm hit him making his vision go blurry. He was sure he blacked out for a few seconds in the middle of it all because he didn't remember when Kisuke had attached their lips to each other again.
He weakly returned the kiss holding on to Kisuke as the blonde thrust into his exhausted body a few more times before going rigid himself and filled Ichigo's body with a sticky liquid equal to that which Ichigo had lost between their bodies.
Kisuke let his body slump on top of Ichigo's as they both fought to regain a sense of reality and return their breathing to normal. Ichigo let his sore arms and legs drop to the floor and stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what had just possessed the both of them.
"You know, Ichi... I can't help but wonder why I haven't woken up yet; I usually do that right about now."
Ichigo groaned and felt his facial features getting back into his trademark scowl with the addition of a heavy blush. Why did all of his intimate experiences with other people end with him being angry at Urahara? Ichigo sighed and sat up before hitting the older man on hard on the head with a closed fist.
"I already told you, you're not dreaming. Idiot."
"Well, that certainly explains a lot..."
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Yeah, that was way harder to write than anticipated. It also stretched over more pages than I had planned! Haha... yeah... I think I'll go get ready for Christmas now, see you all next year ^__^