Requester: Gemini24

You Can Look but You Can't Touch

The cool breeze of the afternoon air blew reddish hair as the young student walked with a smile as the person tried to reach the destination in mind. When finally arriving to the store that the person was heading to, the person walked in and was greeted by the shopkeeper who kept his smile hidden behind his fan.

Nodding towards him, the person reached a hand out and took a small bracelet from the shopkeepers hand and grasped it tightly in a fist. Bowing, the person left the store and began heading to the other desired location as an idea brew up in the student's mind. With this, I can finally be able to know more about Kurosaki-kun.

When standing in front of Ichigo's home, the person placed on the bracelet on the wrist and looked around to see if anyone noticed the strange student outside of the clinic. Standing outside for a few moments with many bystanders walking about, the person concluded that no one could see or know about the presence of the stranger standing outside.

With a smile, the stranger walked forward towards the door and took a quick breath in as the stranger outstretched the hand holding that was holding the bracelet to see if the bracelet could actually make the stranger pass through the door. When the hand went through, nothing stopped the stranger in passing through.

Looking around, no one was in the house and then the stranger decided to sit at a nearby chair that was near the table. Getting comfortable, the stranger waited patiently for Ichigo to return back from where ever he was. I can't wait to see him!

A couple moments later, there were footsteps outside of the residents' home—or better yet—a pair of footsteps by the door as someone tried to get it open. Whoever was on the other side was certainly arguing with each other for not being able to open the door. A bang was heard from the other side and the stranger was beginning to worry. Then the door opened to show both Ichigo and Uryū panting as they tried to regain their breath.

"Ha…ha… I won," said a panting Ichigo as he raised a hand over his head as a sign of victory while the other remained on his knee as he was hunched over. He then closed his eyes and tried to breathe more deeply as he tried to get air back into his lungs and return his breathing back to normal.

Uryū opened one eye to stare at the Shinigami and glared over to his direction as he, too, was hunched over grasping his knees. "In your… dreams, Kurosaki. I got here first," said Uryū as he was panting and slowly breathing to get his breathe back in order. He then looked over to Ichigo and saw that he began walking over to the couch and unceremoniously dropped himself in a heap on it. Ichigo was signaling for him to join him as he roughly patted the vacant seat next to him. Uryū shook his head but obliged with the command as he made his way over.

Both were soon able to regain their breath and just sat in silence, no one took notice of a chair moving backwards since they couldn't see, nor sense anything wrong. The stranger leaned back on the chair to get a better view of the two and noticed that Ichigo was unbuttoning his school shirt. Letting each button pop open as Ichigo opened his shirt wide open to anyone that wanted to see his marred, scarred chest. The stranger looked over to Uryū and noticed that he wasn't saying something or asking why Ichigo was showing so much skin in his presence. He only stretched his arms over his head and let out a tired sigh.

Ichigo then looked over to Uryū. "Want something to drink?"

Uryū nodded and Ichigo stood up as he walked over to his fridge to retrieve some cold bottles of water. Kicking the door closed, he walked back over to the couch and handed one over to Uryū who gladly accepted it.

As Uryū was taking mouthfuls of water, a small dribble of water trailed down his throat and into his school shirt that had his blue stripped tie hanging loosely. Ichigo notice this and kept his gaze on the wonderful, pale, neck as more water was flowing down into the shirt, being absorbed to show the hints of skin through the white buttoned shirt. Uryū's throat bobbed up and down and just kept gulping down the water until he was finished and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand.

He then looked down and said in an innocent tone, "Oh, my shirt is wet." He then proceeded to unbutton his shirt as Ichigo just watched as milky skin was being shown as each button was being undone. Ichigo subconsciously licked his lips as Uryū opened his shirt as well, but did not take it off and left it wide open just as Ichigo was doing. Uryū's tie hanged loosely as it was the only thing covering his chest a tad bit. Ichigo gulped as he moved his attention to the star-marred scar that was in the middle of the Quincy's chest.

Ichigo wanted to reach his hand out and touch it and—preferably—trace it, but was also wondering if Uryū was still a bit bashful of the scar since he never really liked anyone looking at his chest. But then why would he even let him see it if he was a bit insecure of the mark. All Ichigo knew was that he wanted to reach out for the pale boy and begin a ceremony of "copulating" like the Quincy had put it and show him that he could not only be an amazing bottom, but also an amazing top.

The stranger looked over to the two and saw that Uryū had some sort of a scar on his chest of a shape of a star. The stranger placed a hand over her mouth to let the startled gasp be stopped as Ichigo leaned over to Uryū and began to kiss at his neck with occasionally nipping there as well. The stranger was more startled when Uryū leaned his head away to let Ichigo have more room to continue his trailing, butterfly kisses down his throat as he let out soft moans. When Ichigo got into a section that was covered by Uryū's head, Uryū would merely lean to another side and let Ichigo nip, kiss, and lick as he pleased. Once he moved to his lips, Uryū reciprocated the slow, methodical kiss with his own passion. Ichigo then pushed Uryū to lie back on the couch and began to run his hands up and down his exposed chest, occasionally tracing the scar with his fingertips.

Uryū then wrapped his leg on the bend of his knee and proceeded to switch their positions but not before having to struggle to switch positions since Ichigo seemed to be resisting. Uryū then growled and tried once again to switch positions but to no avail. He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled away. "Move, Kurosaki!" he said demandingly.

The stranger looked so startled by everything that was going on but could not move from the spot where everything could be seen. This can't be happening. I-I thought that they… that they disliked each other. Maybe not to a point of hating each other but enough so that they wouldn't do something like this! Why are they even doing this? Maybe it's just hormones… yes, that has to be it… it has to.

Ichigo growled when Uryū pulled away. "No way! You're always on top! This time on going to be on top!" and he went back to abuse his pale neck but this time he was sucking the skin so that he could leave a mark which Uryū was groaning in disapproval.

"S-stop, Kuro-saki! You're going to leave a mark!" whined Uryū as he tried to break free but at the same time was enjoying the attention placed there.

Ichigo ignored him and kept at his pace until his kisses began to trail down to his torso area and then his abs, where he flicked his tongue at his navel. Uryū arched his back which encouraged Ichigo to keep kissing at random areas. He then went back up to the star at his chest and began to trace it with his tongue, gently letting his sly appendage run across a line of the star until it led him to one of Uryū's hard nub.

Uryū arched again and moaned in pleasure. "Ahh! Kurosaki, not… there!"

"Too sensitive, Ishida," mumbled Ichigo as he was still flicking his tongue to the hard nub.

The young stranger began to walk across the room towards the door but stopped because then they would get suspicious as to who was in the room with them. What should I do? I can't watch this anymore! I'm not supposed to see something so intimate between the two. But then why can't I just leave and face the consequences that I deserve? The stranger slid down the door and kept her attention on the two on the couch.

Pushing Ichigo away, Uryū moved to unbuckle his belt while the Shinigami began to work on his belt as well. Once their belt were loose all they needed to do was pull them down with enough force and they would have gotten rid of their pants. Discarding his pants in an unprofessional manner, Ichigo looked over to Uryū and saw that he was folding his pants up and set them nicely on the floor next to the couch. The Shinigami raised an eyebrow but ignored it and moved back to kiss him. Uryū quickly returned it and raised his hips, making sure to make contact with Ichigo's hard arousal that was still clothed in dark boxers. "Just this once, Kurosaki," whispered Uryū as he parted from the kiss for a second only to bring Ichigo back down and begin grinding his pelvis to his desired destination.

Ichigo moaned the minute he heard those words and began to search under the couch for the bottle of lubricant that he had stored for emergencies such as these. When he found it he uncapped it and began to push his boxers off which were already half-way down his legs since Uryū helped in getting them down so far. He kicked them off and ran a hand to the waistband of the Quincy's white boxers and began to pull them off as Uryū raised his hips to help Ichigo out. Once both were completely nude—except for the hanging shirts and loose tie that Uryū still had around his neck—they began to slowly grind their hard erections together and moaned loudly to the deserted house.

Uryū felt a bit of saliva trailing down his mouth at how wonderful and how tortures the feeling was of having Ichigo grind down at him as he raised his hips to return the favor. He then opened his eyes and looked at the uncapped bottle of lube that Ichigo was loosely hanging on. He reached out for it and the redhead didn't seem to notice since his eyes were closed and had his cheeks flaming red just as Uryū's. The Quincy then began to pour a bit of lube into his hand and reached downwards to insert his long middle finger into his entrance. "Ahh!" moaning as he pushed the finger in and out which in turn made Ichigo open his eyes to see what Uryū was doing. Ichigo flushed at the Quincy and pulled on the loose tie to bring his mouth onto his own.

The young stranger had by since covered her eyes from the scene and just heard the sounds that were emitting from the two boys who sounded comfortable in the couch. They don't love each other, it's just hormones. They don't love each other, it's just hormones. This became a mantra in the young girl's head, as if trying to make herself believe it was true.

Inserting another finger into his own entrance, Uryū arched up when the second finger began to probe inside him. He had been stretching himself for a few moments with his fingers as Ichigo held onto his tie to keep his mouth connected to his own. His head and chest were both lifted from the couch for this reason and was thankful for the tight abs he had as he put them to good use. Uryū moaned when Ichigo reached for his hand and took his other finger and began to insert it into him, placing his hand over his and began to help him move it in and out, causing him to thrash around on the couch. "God! I-Ichigo! J-just fuck me already!" the pleasure of his hand inside him was already too much and having Ichigo help him just pushed him over the edge.

"Gladly." Ichigo pulled out Uryū's hand and grabbed the lube that was discarded on the side of the couch to slick up his arousal. The strokes were amazingly tortures until Uryū began to help him with his own hand and just lost it. He pushed his hand away and lined himself up to the prepared entrance of the Quincy. The teased the boy under him by letting him think he was going to insert his hard cock into him but then would pull back and Uryū would grow in an impatient manner.

"Co-me on! D-do it, Kurosa-ki!" said Uryū in a painful strain voice as he was tired of the wait that Ichigo was keeping him in. He then saw that the redhead had a slight smirk on his lips and scowled up to him. "What?" the look that Ichigo had was a look that said he wanted something before he continued with his administrations.

"Beg," whispered Ichigo as he leaned down to whisper his command into the Quincy's ear.

"No-ooohh!" Uryū was overwhelmed when Ichigo started to grind against him once again and felt himself go into depths of pleasure that he couldn't take it anymore and said, "Please… just-just fuck me!" straining the word "please" to make Ichigo realize that he was in torture. When Ichigo still didn't do anything he closed his eyes and whimpered. "Please, do it!"

Smirking, Ichigo slid himself in. "That's all you had to say." And he soon began to thrust deeply into the Quincy as he writhed under the Shinigami from the amount of pleasure of his deep, slow, thrusts. Uryū felt he was going to die from it all and soon his moans increased in sound and in volume when Ichigo grabbed his cock and began to stroke it in rhythm with the pace he had set for them. "D-damn! Ku-Kurosaki!" Uryū's teeth clenched and Ichigo used the loose tie to his advantage as he wrapped it around his fist and pulled the Quincy up to his awaiting lips. The Quincy wondered if he was in Nirvana or in Heaven from all the pleasure emitting from the wonderful friction and the agonizingly slow thrusts. Uryū wrapped his hands on the back of Ichigo's neck and pulled him down so he wasn't straining his neck since the redhead didn't want to let his tie go. Ichigo followed him down and felt that his release was coming soon.

"U-Uryū… I'm gonna come…" teeth clenching tightly as he spoke the words at the crook of the neck that belonged to Uryū. He then increased his stroking of the Quincy's still aroused cock and heard Uryū give a high squeal or maybe it was a whimper. He didn't know and didn't care. All he cared about was coming but didn't want to come before Uryū. Ichigo wanted to make sure he had pleasured his Quincy and he was going to make damn sure he didn't fail.

"Ahh! I-Ichigo! I'm…" the moment he said that Uryū had come and his essence covered Ichigo's hand as well as his chest and his own chest which in turn made Ichigo give a loud cry and soon began to fill him up with his own. The redhead shuttered as he came falling back down to lie on top of Uryū. Both were panting and a sweaty mess of stickiness but neither wanted to move from their spot. Uryū could feel the semen slowly slipping out from his ass but merely ignored it as he enveloped Ichigo in his arms.

The young stranger had brought up her knees up to her chest and was holding back a small sob from everything she just heard. Looking up, she could tell that both were either asleep by now or either just basking in the aftermath of the sex they just had. Not wanting to know anymore, she walked through the front door but not before hearing Ichigo say, "I love you" and she knew that it was meant for the young bespectacled boy who had brought him to so much pleasure. More than she could ever do for him.

Once outside, the girl ran down the streets and took off the bracelet, disposing it near a trashcan that she ran by. She let the tears flow and she suddenly bumped into someone, causing her and the person to fall on the ground. When she opened her eyes to see who she bumped into, she quickly went to envelope the person into her arms and let the sobs come out. "Tatsuki-chan!"

Tatsuki was surprised at how the young girl was sobbing in her arms but just hugged her back and rubbed her head in a comforting manner. "Orihime," she breathed out.

A/N: Hmmm, this came out a bit short… I'm losing it.

Anyway, I'm slowly completing request one by one. This is about the couch and the lurking stranger that I received from Gemini24. Although it did became more than a make out…

Gemini24: I'm interested in candle light dinner and will do that one next. I hope you enjoy this piece!

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