Stepping off the ladder, Ichigo brushed off his clothes before turning around to offer his hand to the shop keeper. Urahara took his hand gratefully, skipping the last rung in favor of being back in his shoten. He also brushed himself off, as the dust from the training facility had made its way onto both of their clothing.
"I'm going to go and take a shower," Ichigo said, looking into grey eyes. "What are you going to go and do?" He smirked, hoping that the open invitation would be taken.
Urahara scratched the back of a his neck, a habit he had broken himself of many years ago, but being around his lover so often that liked to use that gesture a lot when unsure of himself, he had fallen back into the old habit. "Oh, I don't know? Go and check on the others, make sure that they're okay?" He gave a small smile to Ichigo. "Now that you're awake, they will probably go back to Orihime-chan's place. They were all worried about you, Ichigo."
"I know," Ichigo said, closing his eyes. "That's fine. Go and check on them. I'll be as quick as I can." He walked into Urahara's bedroom, closing the bedroom door behind him.
He saw his phone was plugged into the outlet by the left side of the bed, his unofficial designated side. The small light on the top of his phone was flashing red, signaling either a missed call or a text message, or both. Ichigo flopped onto the bed and grabbed the device, flipping it open. He let out a soft sigh when he saw one missed call, but then quite a few text messages. One from his father, a bunch from Keigo - each one marked urgent, and that was it. He figured his father knew what had gone on, given the man's relationship with Urahara. Pressing the number three down on his phone, it called his father's cell phone.
"Moshi moshi," Isshin's voice rumbled into the phone.
"To-san," Ichigo spoke into the phone.
He heard his father let out a relieved sigh. "Ichigo." His voice was serious, so unlike his father. "You're finally awake."
"Hai," Ichigo said, turning on his side. "I woke up a little bit ago. I...I take it you know what happened?"
There was a short pause. "Yes," Isshin said. Ichigo was grateful the man did not lie to him. "I was made aware the night it happened."
"You were?" Ichigo's eyes widened, not expecting to hear that. "By who?"
Isshin let out a low laugh. "Kisuke, of course. He wanted to make sure that I knew what was going on, and why he beefed up the security of his friends watching our house."
"Wait, what?" Ichigo asked, sitting up. "Friends watching our house? What are you saying?"
Isshin groaned. "He didn't tell you about that?"
"No," Ichigo said, feeling his anger begin to bubble back to the surface. "How...how long has someone been watching our place for?"
"Since you two got back from Seireitei."
Ichigo was quiet, not sure what to say to that revelation. He was so quiet that his father began to talk again. "Ichigo? Are you still there? Ichigo?"
"I'm here," Ichigo's voice was quiet. "Thanks for the information, Dad. I...I'm not sure when I'll be home."
"It's fine," Isshin said. "I'm just happy to hear your voice." Isshin's voice had become soft, the hint of emotion just barely audible in his timbre. "Come home to see your sisters when you can. I know they miss you."
Ichigo closed his eyes, tears beginning to form at the thought of his sisters. "I will, Dad. What did you tell them?"
"Nothing. I just said you were gone on a special school field trip that only the best students were sent on."
Ichigo barked out a laugh. "If they believed that, then you're a better liar than me. Even I wouldn't believe that if you told me."
"Yeah, well. They are a lot younger than you are," Isshin said, grumbling.
"Right. Okay. Talk to you later, then." They both said a pleasant goodbye to one another and Ichigo closed his phone, ending the call.
He set the phone back on the dresser, many different emotions running through his mind. He was happy to hear his father's voice, he was upset at finding out Urahara had been spying on him, he was happy to know that his sister's assumed he was okay, he was upset that Isshin was so blase about the entire event. Standing up from the bed, he walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
After brushing his teeth for a good five minutes, Ichigo rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash. He turned and reached into the shower, turning the water on to be on the warmer side. Stripping out of the clothes he was in, he quickly hopped into the shower and let out a low groan as the warm spray pierced his back. Secretly, he hoped that Urahara would just let him enjoy the shower alone, even though he had given the man an open invitation to join him. He had no desire to share the warm water with him, and after what his father had just told him, he needed a few minutes to let his anger calm down before seeing his lover.
"You really think that he wouldn't have someone watch you? Us?" Not now, Shiro. "What? You seem to be getting upset because he was just trying to make sure you were safe. What the fuck is wrong with that?" The fact that he didn't say anything to me makes it a problem. "Maybe he didn't want to worry you." Or, maybe he just doesn't like being completely honest with me. "Why aren't you ever honest with yourself? Maybe that's why he doesn't want to be honest with you." I'm sorry? What does that even mean? "It means that you know I was right. You should have let me help you fight on that day. But no, you had to be all honorable and heroic. And you lost." Fuck you, Shiro. You keep that up, and I'll make sure that you don't come out again. "Hah! The King thinks he can control me? I'll have you know, I could have taken over you that day. But you didn't want me to, and rather than get in bad graces with your sex partner, I'd rather just let you fuck up your life in your own way."
The bathroom door opened quietly. "Ichigo? Are you still in here?" Urahara's voice sounded through the bathroom.
"Oh, look. Here's your fuck buddy." Shut the fuck up. Go away!
Urahara sighed. "I'm sorry, Ichigo. I didn't know that me coming in here would be a problem. I'll leave you alone."
Shit! I said that out loud! "Kisuke!" He called out. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud."
Pausing a moment, Urahara turned and looked at shower. "If you didn't mean to say it to me, then who were you saying it to?"
"Shiro," Ichigo said. He took a deep breath. "But yeah, if you wouldn't mind just letting me finish up in here alone? I'll be out soon." He began to wash his hair.
The shop keeper walked back over to the door. "Alright, Ichigo. I'll be in the bedroom."
Finishing up in the shower, Ichigo felt a lot better, no longer feeling grimy. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, after drying off his body with the soft cotton. He opened the door and saw that Urahara was resting on the bed, dressed in only his green hakama and kimono, his haori off to the side and his bucket hat on the dresser. Urahara's eyes were closed, so Ichigo decided to have a little fun with the man. He stood next to the bed, looking down at the peaceful man.
"Don't even think about it," Urahara said, grabbing Ichigo's wrist and pulling him to lay on top of him.
Letting out a yelp, Ichigo grumbled as Urahara pinned him to his body. "What gives, Kisuke?"
"I know you thought I was asleep," Urahara spoke into his ear, sending a shiver down Ichigo's back. "Did you really think I'd fall asleep that quickly?"
Blushing, Ichigo shrugged, struggling less as he rested against Urahara's chest. "I don't know? I mean, I've been asleep for a few days. I can only imagine that you didn't get much sleep, not knowing if I was going to wake up or not."
"Baka," Urahara let go of Ichigo, who rolled off of him to lay next to him on the bed. He saw Urahara close his eyes.
"You love me," Ichigo said, chuckling to himself. "Hey, wait a second. I'm mad at you." He turned and looked at his lover, and saw grey eyes looking at him, his mood instantly changing.
"My, you were just so happy a moment ago," Urahara said, turning to face him. "What did I do this time?"
Ichigo raised his finger and tapped it against Urahara's exposed sternum. "Why the fuck were you having someone watch my house without me knowing?"
"Ah, so you've spoken to your father, have you?" Urahara said, not even bothering to answer the question. "How's he doing?"
"He's fine, but that's besides the point." Ichigo grumbled. "Why hide something like that from me?"
Urahara reached over and placed an arm around Ichigo's waist, pulling the substitute shinigami closer to him. Instead of trying to fight it, Ichigo allowed himself to be pulled. "Ichigo, listen to me. I worry about you a lot. I was worried that Aizen was going to make a move before you were fully prepared. Which...he did. But the attack came during the day. It was just a precaution to make sure you were safe."
"Who's been watching my house?" Ichigo looked into Urahara's stormy eyes, trying to see if he could find the answer just by looking at him. "Tessai? Jinta?"
"Among others," Urahara nodded his head. "But it doesn't matter. You were safe. You are safe. Can't you let it go?"
"Yeah, listen to him, dumbass." Fuck off, Shiro. What did I say? "But...why couldn't you just tell me?"
Urahara pressed his lips against Ichigo's cheek, kissing him softly. "Because I wanted to keep you unaware. Please forgive me...?"
"You always do this," Ichigo said, leaning his head back to look at him. "I...I don't know if I can keep letting you do this to me. Do you know how difficult it is for me to put my trust into people, Kisuke? We always go through this same argument. If you could just learn to trust me, and let me know what's going on, then I wouldn't have to become upset like this." His voice had taken a steely tone to it, becoming clipped.
Lowering his head to rest against Ichigo's shoulder, Urahara let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, Ichigo. I really can't say any more than those three words. You have to understand that I make stupid mistakes. I'll do my best to make you more aware of what's going on from here on forward."
"Right. Here on forward. How am I supposed to believe that?" Ichigo closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion beginning to set back into his body. "I want to believe you, Kisuke...I really do...but..."
Urahara raised his head up and looked into Ichigo's eyes. "Then just trust me." He lowered his head and let his lips gently brush against Ichigo's, allowing the youth to pull away from him if he wanted. But Ichigo couldn't resist him, as much as he wanted to. Opening his mouth a small bit, Ichigo let Urahara gently push his tongue into his mouth, letting out a soft moan as their muscles touched one another, sending a wave of desire through Ichigo's body.
He laid back on the bed, pulling Urahara closer to him. Touching his chest through the small opening in his shirt, Ichigo let his nails graze across Urahara's nipples. The pale blonde broke off the kiss to let out a low groan, his head resting against Ichigo's shoulder. "That feel good, Kisuke...?" Ichigo asked, groaning as he felt Urahara's hips moved against his own.
"Ichi...go..." Urahara arched his back as Ichigo's fingers began to twist his right nipple.
Quicker than he could say 'bankai', Ichigo flipped the two of them, Urahara's back now resting against the soft mattress. Ichigo untied the man's shirt, revealing his pale chest. Lowering his head, he placed his lips around the nipple he had just been messing with, sucking on it gently. Urahara threaded his fingers through Ichigo's short hair and pulled on the follicles gently. "Kami," Urahara's voice came out breathless, a soft moan escaping from his hips as Ichigo sucked on his nipple harder.
Relenting for a moment, Ichigo lifted his head to look at the expression on Urahara's face. He smirked as he saw the man's mouth opening slightly, a dazed look on his face. "More, Kisuke...?" He let the tip of his tongue flick against the pert nipple, watching Urahara's eyes close as the sensation traveled through his body. "It looks you like don't want any more," Ichigo teased, his anger long forgotten, replaced by lust and want for his lover.
"Stop...being...a tease..." Urahara moaned, arching his chest up as Ichigo's tongue kept flicking across his nipple.
Ichigo smirked. "Why should I, Kisuke...? Or should I say...taichou?" He whispered the last word into his ear, knowing how much his lover enjoyed hearing him say it. And unlike the last time he had used the honorific on him, this time he would not allow his mind to wander to his bad memories. His hand reached down and untied the small knot inside the man's hakama. "Someone's prepared..." Ichigo smirked once more when he felt no other material underneath the hakama.
"Maybe...I did tha...ah...when you were...mmmm...in the showahhh...Ichigo..." Urahara could not speak in a coherent sentence, as Ichigo had quickly removed the article of clothing and had begun to stroke the man's arousal slowly, enjoying each moan that the man released because of his actions. With every action, there is a reaction, and the reaction that Urahara was giving him was making Ichigo anxious to hear more.
Ichigo looked up at Urahara. "Taichou...do you need to be prepped?" He let his tongue lap at the untouched nipple, while his hand still pumped the man's arousal in a leisurely manner.
"Nggh...yes..." Urahara groaned, spreading his legs.
Sitting up, Ichigo raised his left hand and brushed his index and middle finger against Urahara's lips. As the ex-taichou let his tongue roll out of his mouth, Ichigo pulled his fingers back, making the older man let out a frustrated moan. Ichigo met his grey eyes and placed his own fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. Urahara groaned low as he watched Ichigo, the orange-haired teen putting on a show for him as he sucked on his own fingers. Feeling that they were wet enough, Ichigo let his fingers fall from his mouth, his other hand still wrapped firmly around Urahara's hard arousal. He gently pushed his index finger against Urahara's entrance.
"Taichou...are we alone in the house...?" Ichigo asked, pushing his finger into the man's tight heat. He let out a low groan as the man clenched around him.
Urahara leaned his head back and let out a loud moan. "Ahhh...y-yes..." He tried to spread his legs more to make Ichigo's finger go deeper inside of him. "No...no one...is here..."
"Then...I want you to be loud, Kisuke...I want to hear you scream for me..." Ichigo's voice was deep, drunk with the power he had over the man laying on his back. He pushed a second finger into him, scissoring gently. "If you don't, taichou...I'll stop making you feel good..."
The ex-taichou moaned loud. "Ichigo..." Urahara pushed back against his hand, moaning with each scissor of Ichigo's fingers. "Can't...wait...much...longer..."
Pulling his fingers out of Urahara, he wiped them off on his towel, which had been discarded at some point. The substitute shinigami couldn't remember when, but he was now as naked as he had been in the shower. He let go of Urahara's arousal and traveled up the man's body, even though the ex-taichou was whimpering for him to stay where he had been. Sitting on Urahara's chest, his left knee on one shoulder, and his right knee on the other, Ichigo placed the tip of his arousal against Urahara's lips, groaning at the sight.
Keeping his grey eyes locked onto Ichigo's auburn ones, Urahara's tongue lapped at the droplet of iridescent liquid that was secreting from the tip of Ichigo's arousal. Ichigo moaned as he felt the wet muscle tease him, his lower stomach tightening. "Kisuke...just...just make it wet for me..." He placed his hands on Urahara's thighs, thrusting his hips forward gently. The ex-taichou gladly obliged, swallowing Ichigo's arousal into his mouth. His tongue rubbed against the underside of Ichigo's arousal, making the orange-haired teen grip the man's legs tighter. Before he lost it, he pulled himself out of Urahara's mouth with a pop, both moaning at the loss.
Ichigo got between Urahara's legs and placed himself at his entrance. Keeping his eyes locked onto Urahara's, he slowly pushed into him, letting out a low groan as he was surrounded by the tight heat he had experienced before. It had been too long since he had been on this side, as he thoroughly enjoyed how Urahara felt inside of him. But after been asleep for days, he wanted to exercise his muscles, all of them. He watched Urahara's mouth fall open in a silent cry as he raised his legs up wraps around Ichigo's waist, pushing him in as deep as he could go quickly.
"K-Kisuke..." Ichigo moaned, closing his eyes to concentrate on not releasing just yet. He stilled his hips, allowing the man to adjust to him. He felt Urahara's legs give him a squeeze, letting him know non-verbally that it was okay to move once more.
Pushing his hips forward, Urahara let out a loud moan as Ichigo found his sweet spot almost immediately. "Aah!" As instructed, Urahara held nothing back, moaning with each thrust of Ichigo's hips. The orange-haired teen let out a low moan as Urahara's hands had found their way to his back, his nails digging into his back muscles, creating an exquisite pain that Ichigo thoroughly enjoyed. He began to thrust harder into the ex-taichou, each hard thrust was met with more pain to his back. Moaning low, Ichigo pushed in as far as he could go and began to push relentlessly against Urahara's prostate.
"Ichi...Ichi...Ichigo..." Urahara moaned louder, practically screaming his name in effigy. Ichigo moaned, the intense feeling washing over him as he listened to his name fall from his lover's lips, making him move closer and closer to the edge. Urahara reached between their bodies and began to stroke himself fast. Watching as the man touched himself, Ichigo could feel his body begin to tingle. He met grey eyes as he felt the man tighten around him, seeing the man's mouth open, but deaf to all the noise in the room as he released mere seconds after him, unable to hold on any longer.
Urahara let his legs fall to the bed, making Ichigo lose what little balance he had left. Falling forward, Ichigo caught himself by placing his wrists out, landing just above Urahara's shoulders. His wrists protested at the sudden action, but he was able to ride out the minor pain. He shook his head and began to chuckle softly.
"What's...so funny...?" Urahara asked, rubbing one of his hands on Ichigo's back. "I...I apologize if I hurt you too much, Ichigo. I got rather carried away."
Ichigo lowered his head and rested against his lover's chest, listening to the man's heart beat fast. "It's...fine...I like it..." He felt the heat race to his cheeks, embarrassed at admitting that he liked the pain.
"I'm glad..." Urahara said, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm glad you're feeling better, Ichigo."
Closing his eyes, Ichigo could hardly understand the words that Urahara was saying, for his brain was slowly shutting down, content in his post-orgasm haze.
"Ichigo?" Urahara asked, looking down at the mop of orange hair. When there was no response except for a soft snore, Urahara shook his head and chuckled. "Figures."
There was a soft knock on the door. "Come in?" Urahara said, grabbing the sheet to cover the two of them.
"You two sure take a long time, you know."
Standing at the door was someone Urahara hadn't been expecting to see.
Shrugging his shoulders, Urahara looked at the familiar face. "He's been asleep for almost four days, Abarai. What do you expect? And besides, what are you doing here? How'd you get here?"
"Take care of him. I'll be with that crazy woman," Renji smirked as he closed the door, leaving his sleeping friend and stunned shop keeper in the bedroom.
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A/N: Sorry for a random Monday update. I should be back on track for a Saturday posting this week. Up next, we'll find out more about Renji. ^_^ Thanks for reading!