Requester: Gemini24

Dinner in Candle Light

Ichigo lit up the candle stick that sat in the middle of the table and then shook the match to lose its flame. He looked over the table he had set up in Uryū's apartment since he was staying late with his sewing club and was going to get the surprise of a life time when he saw how hard he's been working just so they could spend a moment together. During the past couple weeks; they couldn't be able to enjoy each other's company due to them keeping their relationship under hush-hush so having any sort of contact in school was definitely out of the question if they wanted to keep it a secret. Then there was also all those up-coming exams which made Uryū pick studying over any free time they could have with each other. But now, Ichigo was determined to forget about all that and unwind if only it was for one night.

"Tch, why do ya even bother with this romantic crap? Why not go with the original method and bang the heck outta the little Quincy!"

Ichigo scowled at the damn Hollow making a racket inside his head. "Shut up! I wouldn't expect you to appreciate or understand why people do this. And it's not all just about physical contact. A relationship is built out of trust and respect, which is something you don't have so just shut up for the remainder of the damn evening!" Ichigo waited to hear if his Hollow had anything to say but only heard an exaggerated yawn.

"Boring!" dragging out the word more than he needed to. "If there's one thing I know, is that Quincy boy must have somethin' contagious about him. And you seemed to have caught it, because you went on and on and on with your damn pathetic speech. So what? I really don't care about all those luxurious shitty things. All I want is to see those nice, soft, milky legs spread wide open as we-"

"Agh! Shut up! It's not like I actually let you see on purpose!" shouted Ichigo and if anyone saw him they would have probably think he was insane for talking—screaming—to himself. But he really wished he could go into his inner world and put that damn perverted Hollow in his place. Ichigo shook his head and walked over to the small kitchen and took out a recipe that Yuzu gave him for the special occasion.

As he began to empty out bags of the supplies he bought for the meal, he noticed that his Hollow actually piped down, for once. Ichigo sighed and tried to concentrate on the task at hand as he took out a pot from a cupboard. He looked down at the list and turned on the stove as he filled the pot with water. He then took out some ground beef, a can of tomato, cheese, onion and olive oil for what he had in mind to prepare.

Hollow Ichigo was noticing all that Ichigo was doing and became intrigued by it all. "So, what are ya makin' now?" He tried to hide his interest but it still felt that he was asking more than mocking Ichigo.

Ichigo kept his mind focused and calmly replied, "You'll see. I actually enjoy this dish myself when Yuzu makes it so I hope I can get it like hers." He scowled as he sliced the onion into little pieces. "Or at least try to."

Hollow Ichigo laughed at this, especially of the effort Ichigo was placing on such a stupid thing that really had no importance. "Ya know, I'll never gonna understand you and that Quincy boy, but heck, if it means gettin' into his pants then fine by me!"

The apartment echoed with the slam of a knife placed roughly down on the counter. "You bastard! This is more than me trying to seduce Ishida; I really want to enjoy a simple evening with him. Is that too much to ask?" Ichigo waited for a reply from his damn irritating Hollow but when he didn't get a response, he went back to cutting the onion.

"… What do ya see in him?"

"Huh?" Ichigo was confused and surprised at the question his Hollow made that he almost sliced his finger if he didn't quickly move it out of the way. "What do you mean by that?"

"I know that the Quincy has some desirable flexibility in his part, but why him? Out of all ya dumb friends, why the most complicated of them all?"

The conversation was getting weirder and weirder by the minute but he did bring up a good point, and yeah, they might fight like cats and dogs but when they have their moments, all the ups seem to drown out the downs. "I… really haven't thought about it." Ichigo's voice sounded somewhat distant as he tried to remember something that could have attracted him to the Quincy. "No, actually, I think I do know. It was probably when he saved me from my own out of control reiatsu that really got me noticing the guy. I mean, I really didn't know who the hell he was until he was all I-hate-Shinigami this and I'm-better-than-you crap which caught my attention pretty well on who the heck I was dealing with."

"So, the direct approach worked for ya'?"

Ichigo shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I mean, if he hadn't grabbed me from the back of my uniform and dragged me all the way to the roof to ask me why I was avoiding him for no apparent reason, then I probably wouldn't be here right now. We're not very good with just blurting out our feelings that easy, but actions do speak louder than words."

"Heh, you're corny, King!"

"Shut up! And anyway, why do you care? You don't like him."

There was a moment of silence until the Hollow broke it. "And who said I don't?"

Ichigo almost dropped the ground beef at hearing what his Hollow just said. "Wha-"

"Tch, ya think I would let just anyone get that close. I rather it be him than any of your other little cheer squad. The kid's not that bad, anyway. Sure he has his days but the way the kid can blow head… mmm, I could get a boner from just seeing those soft, pale lips move!"

"Shut up! And what do you mean you wouldn't just let "anyone" come near me? What, did you also feel a bit of an attraction towards him?"

Hollow Ichigo thought about this for a moment and finally came up with an answer. "He has soft hands."

Ichigo placed a can of tomato down and looked to the side with a bewildered look. "Soft hands?"

"I like the way he runs his hands down our chest and how smooth he lets it glide when his palming our cock." This earned a groan from Ichigo but he just chuckled. "I also like it when he runs it through our hair, when he holds your hand when ya think no one is lookin' the warmth really seeps from the small contact. It could be from all that damn Quincy whatever trainin' he does or the stupid sewing but either way, he has soft hands. I sometimes even feel the warmth reach all the way to my own hand as he holds yours. He's really… somethin' else."

A moment of silence went by them as Ichigo saw the pot boil. "You're… sappy. But I guess that does make sense." Ichigo scratched the back of his head as he leans back on the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. "You like his hands while I like his hair. I never felt anything so soft and smooth, he roughly pulls at my hair when we come, but I like to tangle my hands in his wild, sweaty dark locks. He always has his hair done to perfection but when we're making love, or when we wake up beside each other, I know I'm the only one to see his perfection crumble into a laid back look."

"… Heh, ya said "make love" not sex, ya such a pansy, King!"

Ichigo clenched his fist as his usual scowl deepened. "Shut up, and I don't want to hear another word from you when Ishida gets here, got it?"

"Tch, whatever, while you two have your main course, I'm gonna' be waitin' for the dessert."

Uryū finally left the club as he departed from the other classmates that were left cleaning up the room. As he was walking to his apartment, he began to wonder if his and Ichigo's relationship was actually going to work. They rarely spend any time together and less so when clubs and meetings call for him. Sometimes he wonders if starting a relationship in such a busy time was a good idea. Although he did enjoy those rare moments with the redhead, he would like to spend more time in concentrating on their relationship and where it was heading. Being a teenage boy with crazy hormones made you do some crazy things, especially if you find yourself attracted to ones reiatsu, then that's like ten times worse. But he really didn't want a relationship with the redhead for any type of satisfaction to help subdue his needs; he wanted a relationship with the Shinigami because he actually felt something for the rude boy. And that, was all the reason he needed to ever be with him.

The Quincy looked up at his apartment with an astonished look when he could feel Ichigo's reiatsu emitting from there. Now what could Kurosaki be doing this late in my apartment. He better not be doing something stupid, I didn't give him a spare key just so that he could trash it or have a place to crash.

Uryū walked calmly to his front door and took out a key from his pants to unlock the door. Walking in, Uryū was surprised when the whole room was dark. "I'm home." He called out and waited for the Shinigami to respond. He placed his book bag on the floor and untied his tie as he walked into the kitchen area only to see one candle illuminating the room. Uryū felt Ichigo standing behind him and turned around to see him with his hands stuffed into his pockets, embarrassed.

Ichigo scratched the back of his head and said, "Uh, welcome home? I thought I should make us dinner since you were going to be out late."

The Quincy slowly nodded and pushed his glasses up. "I can see that, but what's with the display. It sort of looks like a romantic dinner," slight humor in his voice as he knew that Ichigo would never ever try to do something romantic, right?

Looking to his side, Ichigo averted his gaze from the Quincy's eyes. "I thought it would be nice since we always seem to be too busy that we don't have enough time for each other. But if you really don't-"

"Wait!" Ichigo raised his eyes at the loud interruption the Quincy made only for him to push up his glasses to try and hide his embarrassment. "What I meant was, this looks really nice, it would be a shame to put this off."

Ichigo grinned and walked in front of Uryū, taking his face in his hand. "I forgot our welcome back kiss." He leaned in and gave the Quincy a quick peck as he retreated to the kitchen. "Sit down while I get the meal ready!"

Uryū looked over to the table and saw how the light from the candle really made everything really more beautiful than it really was. "I swear, he's an idiot." But he's my idiot. Smiling, Uryū waited as he saw Ichigo return with two wine cups. He placed them down and hurried back into the kitchen to return with their meal. Grabbing a cup, Uryū took a small sip and placed it back down, licking his lips from the delicious taste.

"Here we go!" Ichigo placed two plates of what looked like spaghetti. "Oh, and before you say this is just regular spaghetti, it's actually called Spaghetti Alla Marinara."

Uryū raised one eyebrow. "Yuzu-chan?"

"Pretty much."

Both soon began to dig in to their meal and Uryū was really amazed at the taste while Ichigo was also amazed that he actually was able to make something edible. "Wow, not bad, Kurosaki."

Ichigo was sitting across the table and was glad to hear that Uryū found the dish good. He then noticed that Uryū had a speck of sauce on his cheek and he didn't seem to know. Standing up and moving his chair so that he was sitting right next to Uryū, he leaned in and licked the Quincy's cheek to get rid of the sauce. "You had sauce."

Uryū was surprised but then got an idea. He looked down at his remaining spaghetti and slipped his finger in to retrieve some and he then wiped it on Ichigo's lips. Uryū leaned in and kissed at the saucy lips as he swept his tongue out to clean the redhead's lips. Pulling back, he had a satisfied look with a smirk on his face. "You had sauce."

Grinning, Ichigo knew where this was going and didn't waste any more time as he went back to latch his lips with those smirking, soft lips. Uryū reciprocated with fervor and both were fighting for dominance as their tongues battle until they just decided to just give in. Backing away, with a slight string of saliva from the departed lips, both went back to their meal.

Getting up, Ichigo moved the plates aside and looked over to Uryū as he expected something from him and he received it after he took a sip from the remaining wine and stood up to kiss the Shinigami. Taking the hint, Ichigo began to lead Uryū to his bedroom on where a trail of clothing followed them seeing as the need for more physical contact was a must.

Pushing Uryū down on the bed with only his blue boxers made Ichigo want to rip them off and just pound the Quincy into the bed until he saw Uryū reach out with his hand in an invitation for him to join him. Ichigo took it and was pulled onto the bed as he straddled Uryū who looked like he was enjoying this part of their candle light dinner.

Uryū reached up and cupped Ichigo's face with his palm and the Shinigami in turn closed his eyes and pushed into the gesture, feeling the smoothness of the hands as he placed his own over it. He then pulled it away and placed a small kiss on the back of his hand. Ichigo then moved his other vacant hand and ran in through the soft locks of the Quincy as he closed his eyes and gave a slight moan for approval. Entwining their hands together, Ichigo moved his other and removed Uryū's glasses and placed them on the nightstand.

Dark midnight eyes looked up at Ichigo and that was all it took for him to lean down and kiss at those tempting lips. As they consumed their love making, not once did Ichigo release the hand intertwined with his as he only squeezed it from time to time only for Uryū to return the squeeze. Ichigo knew, as he lied with a panting Quincy at his side—who still had their hands laced together—that his Hollow was looking down at his palm and was squeezing back.

A/N: I'm surprised I had enough time to this one, I guess I didn't have other important matters at the moment. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Gemini24: You have wonderful suggestions and I hope to have another one done by the weekend. Hope you enjoy this one for the mean time.

shionch: I LOVE your suggestions that I needed to look up how many times Romeo and Juliet kiss in the play (I counted four) and I could really see that in my head! It would make for such a funny chapter and I need to brush up in my literature because I do remember that back then there were only male actors who did plays and dressed like woman for the role… I really want to write this now. The omake for 355 was also hilarious and Uryū being all gloomy was funny, I really need to write this out as well! All in all, I really like your suggestions and will find the time to actually write them out, and yeah, these would probably be long chapters but I don't mind. Thanks for the compliment!

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