Ichigo doesn't pay any attention to the quiet chirping of crickets surrounding him. He stares up at the starry night sky, smothered in warmth. Grass tickled his neck and cheek and the Earth seemed to breathe with him.
His body feels completely weightless, as if he was levitating. It felt nice, if a bit unnatural. His hands seemed to be curled underneath something even warmer than what was surrounding him, actually warm instead of their normal freezing temperature.
Ichigo's face twitches when the crickets start to get louder. A pressure starts to form in the front of his head, especially around his temples. A twitch runs through his body as it turns. The world goes dark as Ichigo clenches his eyes shut and buries his head deeper into the intoxicating warmth that smothered him.
He sighs quietly, only to swallow at how scratchy his throat felt. The crickets get louder, sounding more like the static of a television than actual insects. A mute noise of irritation stays stuck in his throat as his hands twitch.
The pressure gets worse, gets more painful. The weightlessness slowly disappears into a slightly soft surface with an almost silky texture brushing against his skin. Ichigo presses his nose against an incredibly hot, but not overbearing, surface and takes a deep breath.
Old books and ink bursts through his mind, shattering the nature around him. Ichigo groans softly and slowly opens his eyes.
"Where–" Ichigo clenches his eyes shut when a blinding light burns his eyes to the point of tears. He makes a small noise and buries his face back into whatever was wrapped around him.
"Sorry, Ichigo. I would have closed the curtains, but I didn't want to wake you," A soft voice chuckles, making Ichigo snap his head up with wide eyes. He whimpers before hissing and clenches his eyes shut.
"...Kisuke? Wh' happened...?" Ichigo makes another noise at how loud his voice was. He presses his head against Kisuke's neck.
"You're probably hungover. You drank a lot of wine, remember?" Kisuke speaks softly, reaching a hand up to run it through Ichigo's hair. Ichigo hums in delight and presses his hand against the hand.
"Mm. 'guess. Where 're we?" He asks quietly.
"My home. I didn't know which floor you lived on. I hope you don't mind."
Ichigo curls further into Kisuke's hold, distractedly realizing his hands were underneath Kisuke's shirt. No wonder they were so warm.
"S'okay. Thank you." Ichigo sighs as the hand starts to rub against his neck. He leans back into it, head rest limply on the pillow below him.
He sighs quietly when the hand tightens around his neck, fingers lightly messing with a few strands of Ichigo's hair. With his eyes closed, he doesn't see Kisuke's pleased expression, nor the obsessive gleam in them.
"You're so beautiful, Ichigo," Kisuke murmurs, still careful to keep his voice low for Ichigo's "hangover".
Ichigo opens his eyes, cheeks turning a cherry red. He stares at Kisuke before averting his gaze at the older man's lovestruck eyes.
"Don't–don't be ridiculous! I'm not–"
The hand on the back of his neck tightens before forcing Ichigo's head to look up. "Ichigo... are you calling me a liar?"
"No! No, no, you're not! I just–"
"You are. You don't believe me when I say you're beautiful," Kisuke interrupts the orange haired man. Ichigo tries to shake his head, but Kisuke's grip gets even tighter. A gasp leaves Ichigo's mouth as slender fingers press against the sides of his throat.
"Kis-Kisuke–I-I really–" Kisuke tightens his grip even more and makes Ichigo cut himself off with another gasp. His eyesight starts to go fuzzy around the edges of his vision, his throat starting to burn. His hands leaves Kisuke's shirt to gently hold Kisuke's arm, not tugging nor pushing.
"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen... so why don't you believe me?" Kisuke asks softly before he moves Ichigo to lay on his back. "Who harmed you so much that you don't believe in my honesty? Don't you trust me? Don't you love me? It makes me so... furious."
"Kis-Kisuke–" Ichigo tries to gasp for air, his eyes starting to water. Kisuke releases his grip and watches as Ichigo sharply sucks in air, eyes staring up at the ceiling with no focus.
Kisuke sits down, slowly putting his weight on Ichigo's hips. He leans forward and uses the same hand that choked Ichigo to gently brush against his cheek. He waits silently for Ichigo to regain his breath to answer his question and continues to caress his cheek.
I don't... I don't want him angry...
He's mad at me again...
No, no, no. Nononononono.
Ichigo sniffles at the thought, the tears falling from his eyes. His breathing gets raspier as he shakes his head.
"Kisuke–Kisuke... You–you're not a liar. I just–I just–I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Ichigo presses his face against the hand on his cheek. His breathing gets faster, making the room start to spin.
"Don't–don't be mad. It–I-I grew up with it–I-I–please... please... I'm sorry–" Ichigo continues to spiral the longer Kisuke stays silent "–I t-trust you. I do, I do, I do! I-I love y-you... so–so–so much!"
Kisuke finally smiles with a hum. He wipes away Ichigo's tears with his thumb, head tilted as he stares at Ichigo's mouth.
"So sweet... you're too sweet to me, Ichigo..." Kisuke lowers his head and kisses Ichigo with fervor. Ichigo's gasp stutters through his tears, his mouth opening in his surprise. The older man takes the opportunity to force his tongue in.
Everything was spinning so fast around Ichigo. His head felt like it was repeatedly getting slammed with a hammer. His throat ached as his lungs screamed for air. His body felt warm, too warm, and Kisuke's weight trapped him against the bed.
Ichigo whines high in his throat, eyes fluttering close. His hands twitch and reach up, grabbing Kisuke's face to pull him closer. He continues to cry–fear, shyness, relief... he couldn't tell what he was feeling. It was absolutely euphoric.
Ichigo's lightheadedness practically felt like a high the more he was denied air. The pain buzzed throughout every nerve in his body, making him rock his hips up. It felt amazing. Ichigo couldn't tell what was meant to hurt and what was meant to be pleasure.
Kisuke groans and breaks the kiss when Ichigo's dick rubs against his own. His lips quickly find Ichigo's again before his teeth nip at the bottom lip. Ichigo's whine resonates throughout the room as Kisuke pulls back with the lip still between his teeth. The teeth pierce the fragile skin, Kisuke's tongue running over the blood welling up.
"Kisuke! Kisuke, please!" Ichigo begs breathlessly. His eyes open with haziness, searching for the quicksilver eyes he loves so much.
Kisuke brushes his thumb down towards Ichigo's lip. He presses against the wound, making it well up faster. It starts to drip down Ichigo's chin, leaving a streak of crimson.
"Never doubt me again... it hurts my feelings when you don't trust me. Do you understand?" Kisuke says softly. Ichigo whines when a fingernail digs into the cut on his bottom lip.
His mouth opens and his tongue peeks out, pressing against the older man's thumb. He brings it into his mouth and sucks. The blood and the distinct taste of flesh blossoms across his entire mouth, making him moan and his teeth ache to bite.
Kisuke groans before he presses his thumb against Ichigo's tongue. He forces Ichigo's mouth open, pulling further and further until he hears a faint pop. Ichigo winces at the tension on his jaw, but allows Kisuke to open his mouth.
"I asked you a question Ichigo. Do you understand?" Kisuke asks again. He presses the jaw down further, hearing an even louder pop. Ichigo whimpers at the sharp pain before nodding his head. His blush deepens as he attempts to answer, only for it to come out as garbles.
The pale blonde smiles with all of his teeth as he lowers his head once more. "Good boy. My beautiful Ichigo."
Ichigo sighs with a silly grin, cheek resting in his hand as he stared out of the window. There was a near constant blush on his face and Kisuke had invaded nearly every single one of his thoughts.
After his hangover had finally ebbed away, Ichigo had–reluctantly–left Kisuke's apartment. He promised Rukia and Renji that he would hang out with them after all, even if he was barely able to stop himself from cancelling.
He wanted to stay with Kisuke. Lay in bed with him. Kiss him. Let him have his way with Ichigo.
He swallows back another sigh, his throat aching in a satisfying and almost overbearing way. He wonders–he hopes, he hopes so much–if bruises will show up. Kisuke was a bit rough in his lesson, but it was Ichigo's fault. He never doubted Kisuke, but it shot a hole through his heart at how hurt Kisuke was.
Kisuke believed that Ichigo thought he was a liar. He believed that Ichigo didn't trust him. Didn't love him. Ichigo would never forgive himself. He hurt Kisuke.
"Alright, spill." Ichigo snaps back into reality at the sudden demand. He turns his head and blinks at the young man sitting across from him, Abarai Renji.
"Sorry, what?" Ichigo asks, voice slightly hoarse. Renji rolls his eyes before huffing and crossing his arms.
"That's the fourth sigh in the last 30 minutes. You're the one who planned to hang out with us, and you're distracted," Renji lists off with a scowl.
Ichigo blinks before his blush deepens a bit more, this time from embarrassment. He clears his throat and scratches his neck.
"...sorry... I'm just... thinking about... things..." He says in an awkward slowness that basically answers Renji's question.
"You're thinking about someone?! Holy sh–"
"–shh! Do you want everyone to know?!" Rukia hisses while kicking the red haired man's shin underneath the table. Renji instinctively lifts his leg up, only to bang his knee against the table. Ichigo snorts as Renji releases a string of curses.
"...are you thinking of... Naitō-san?" Rukia asks quietly, carefully picking her words.
Ichigo scowls at the name before it flickers back to a smile. He doesn't care that much about her anymore.
"No. I'm... seeing someone," Ichigo answers before sighing again. "He's... amazing."
Renji and Rukia stare at their best friend with wide eyes. They glance at each other, completely gobsmacked.
"...I'm–we're so happy for you! After–after... her... We were scared you'd suffer in your loneliness," Rukia exclaims brightly, still careful about her words. They don't talk about her. Never again. Not when she betrayed and hurt Ichigo so horrifically.
"How long have you been seeing him? Does he treat you well? Does he have a job? Is he hot, "Jesus Christ I hit the jackpot" or hot like, "this almost seems too good to be true"?" Renji rattles off his questions with a narrowed gaze.
Ichigo's smile softens at the obvious worry and concern two of his best friends were genuinely showing. He gently shakes his head and looks back out of the window.
"We had our second date last night. He treats me like I'm something... beautiful. He's Urahara Kisuke," Ichigo lists off his answers, answering the last two questions with Kisuke's name. Rukia gasps dramatically while Renji guffaws.
"Oh my God, you're dating Urahara-san?!" They shout at the same time. Ichigo shushes them loudly when people around them look over.
Rukia clears her throat, her ears turning red, before she leans forward. "I should've known. You kept checking him out at the party. I thought you were just curious!"
"Well clearly they were checking each other out! They're dating!" Renji states as if it was obvious. Rukia sneers at him while elbowing him in the side.
"Shut it!"
Ichigo laughs quietly as the two start to bicker with each other. He glances out of the window, leaning against the chair he was in.
"I think I'll name his piece Intelligence." Ichigo gazes at the cloudy sky and the busy streets. He doesn't notice the hard stares that Rukia and Renji were pointing at him.
"I haven't started it yet... but... I hope he loves it," Ichigo continues wistfully.
"...I'm sure–I'm sure he will," Rukia says softly, reaching over to grab Ichigo's hand. Ichigo glances over at her and stares at her soft smile. He takes a moment before smiling back.
"Kisuke's might take a bit though... Byakuya's told me he wants to commission me," Ichigo continues as an afterthought.
"Holy shit, Kuchiki-buchō swallowed his pride?! Fuck, I owe Shirogane ¥13000!"
"Has been wanting something commissioned?" Ichigo asks curiously, surprised by Renji's exclamation.
Rukia smiles brightly, happy for Ichigo–and maybe a little bit smug–and nods his head. "For months now. It's a large project and the painting will be hung in the main conference room, but Nīsama's been trying to find if there were any artists better than you. I think he finally gave up."
"I'm surprised. I would think his hatred for me wouldn't be overpowered by anything else," Ichigo comments, slightly surprised.
"Nīsama doesn't hate you... he just wants to wring his hands around your neck every time you purposely annoy him," The black haired woman reassures Ichigo. "Of course, once you and Urahara-san publicize your relationship, I'm sure he might actually try to kill either of you with how much he despises Urahara-san."
Ichigo just laughs at the added statement, a bright and genuinely happy smile on his face. None of them noticed a flash far across the street from the cafe they were sitting in.
Kisuke taps his cane against the floor to a tune in his head. His eyes gaze up at the cement ceiling of the basement garage, in a daze and stuck in thoughts of his lovely Ichigo.
He wanted to do so much more, earlier that day. Ichigo looked so peaceful–so beautiful sleeping in his arms... Kisuke didn't get a wink of sleep. He was too enraptured, too scared to wake up to Ichigo scared of him or even worse... angry at him.
It was a risk he will always be willing to take when it comes to Ichigo, but drugging him and keeping him in his home... there was always a chance that it would be too much.
Kisuke groans softly and lightly hits his head against the wall he was leaning against. The image of Ichigo gasping for breath in his chokehold, blushing and struggling to speak, eyes rolled to the back of his head is forever burned into his mind. It makes his cock twitch.
It was so, so, so tempting to push Ichigo further. He wanted to choke him more, make him dance between consciousness and unconsciousness before releasing his neck. Make him cum by just choking him. Kiss and bite his lips until it stained them red.
A dream in the making. It'll take some training for Ichigo to cum when Kisuke wants him too. Oh what a lovely sight that will be...
Kisuke doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until an echoing slam brings him back to reality. He slowly opens them as loud footsteps get closer and closer, followed by murmurs of cussing and insults.
"...can't believe he fired me for a whore. That bastard was clearly asking for it. Couldn't he see? Bet he wanted a piece of him too... couldn't handle a little competition." Ahane Masamune, a recently fired employee of the Seireitei City Communications Department, marches past the wall Kisuke was lent up against. He held a box full of his belongings and a furious scowl.
Kisuke watches as the man stops at an average car. Masamune opens the trunk before roughly throwing the box into it. Something glass shatters inside the box, ignored by the man.
"Excuse me." Masamune whirls around with his fist raised at the sudden voice. Kisuke stood behind him, bucket hat hiding his eyes as he smiled cheerfully.
"What the fuck you want?" Masamune looks around as he fully faces the pale blonde. "Where the fuck did you come from?"
"Sorry, I was just... curious... who were you calling a whore? It looks like they caused you to get fired..." Kisuke asks in faux curiosity.
Masamune barks out a cold laugh at the mention and turns back around. "Damn fucking artist that my boss commissioned. Kurosaki somethin'. I'm sure he was getting fucked by Hirako and his friends. He wouldn't have fired me for trying to get a piece of the action."
"Really?"
"Yeah. 20 years old and that pretty? I bet his little cunt's ruined. I bet he had every boy fuck him in the bathroom stall at every day at his high school. He couldn't have gotten such a big commission otherwise," Masamune sneers, increasingly getting more and more angry the more he thinks about that little bitch that got him fired.
"Hmm... How awful..." Kisuke murmurs, right behind the man.
"I know! And I gave my work all of my focus and attention! Hirako's gonna regret firing me for his little whore! When he comes begging, I'll just laugh at his toothy–" Masamune cuts himself off with a scream. A blade is impaled through his stomach from his back. Kisuke quickly covers the man's mouth with a tight grip over his jaw and bends his head backwards.
"I was planning to keep you alive... but all those nasty words about Ichigo-kun... if people hear you, they might start believing your lies," Kisuke states casually against the man's ear. He sighs deeply, Masamune struggling with all of his might and strength to get out of the madman's hold.
Kisuke digs the hidden blade of his cane deeper into his back before twisting it. Masamune screams as white hot pain travels up his spine.
"Shinji will know that this is a warning. He's lucky I had a date with Ichigo-kun, or I would've had you skinned alive in front of your family."
Masamune's struggling slowly, but surely starts to slow. Kisuke keeps him up by the hand gripping his jaw before he hums. He'll have four to six hours before Masamune's heart will be unusable.
A small laugh escapes his mouth at the sudden thought. "You know what? I'll take you with me! Ichigo-kun isn't ready for this stage yet... but when he is... he'll have a whole collection of hearts to keep and love!"
He'll love them. Each and every one.
The people that try to take him away from me.
The people that try to hurt him.
The people that touch what's not theirs.
Kisuke laughs again, sounding more like a manic cackle that bounces and echoes off of each surface in that garage. His eyes gleam underneath the low florescent lights.
He'll build an entire room for it! The walls lined with hearts! He bets Ichigo will enter and look at the hearts every day! Staring at them all lovingly, the proof of Kisuke's love and loyalty to him. Getting fucked by Kisuke after being slammed against one of the shelves.
Kisuke roughly tugs his shikomizue to the left, easily slicing through Masamune's stomach. He finally releases the man, watching him fall forward and slam his head against the edge of the car's trunk.
A large grin had split Kisuke's face, blood splattering over his cheeks and even his teeth. His eyes were completely dead, almost glowing silver in the light.
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill.
No one insults what's mine.
No one touches what's mine.
No one hurts what's mine!
I'll kill them all. Ichigo... Ichigo!
Kisuke swears to kill the world if it means Ichigo would forever stay by his side.
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! Things are finally picking up! *cough*.as if it wasn't already going at a steady pace. *cough"
Finally! A murder! For love, specifically. I hope it was up to everyone's expectations!
Also, finally a Renji appearance. I kinda forgot that I had made him one of Ichigo's best friends and intended to show him earlier, but... the mutual obsession got to me and took over.
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.
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