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conjure_lassAuthor: Conjure Lass!
Title: Passionfruit
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Uraichi
Warnings: Anal, Oral, Yaoi, Toy Play…all the good stuff!!
Summary: …And Ichigo thought he’d just get help with his homework!
Author's Notes:Holy shit!!! This thing is a monster! Please forgive the fact that it’s broken up into two pieces because Passionfruit’s word count toppled 12k. It’s THAT LONG. I worked SO hard on this! I really hope you all enjoy!
y = (3x^2 - 4)^6
Kurosaki Ichigo stared numbly at the numbers and symbols written haphazardly on the paper, tapping his pencil against his bottom lip as though that might jump start his brain. When no neurons seemed to be immediately firing he looked down at the next problem, sighing softly in utter defeat. It was no use. From the moment he’d walked into Basic Calculus he had been doomed to failure. What was the point anyway? It wasn’t as though he was ever going to have anything close to what most people would consider a “normal life”. Things had changed too much, his perceptions were warped, and he just wasn‘t quite human enough. Calculus seemed like a colossal waste of time when he had damn near saved the world.
y = e^5x
“I think I’ve gone stupid,” he mumbled to himself, looking over and tapping the glass of a fishbowl sitting nearby with his index finger. Inside a small blue beta fish glared at Ichigo’s wiggling digit, swimming quickly up to the curved side of the bowl and furiously flaring its elaborate fins. It had been a present from Kisuke, dubbed Dandelion much to his dismay, since Ichigo was allergic to cats and didn’t much care for dogs. The older man had thought the name hilarious upon presenting it, the amused twinkle in his gray eyes making Ichigo hate him…just a little. Of course he’d accepted the creature anyway, even though he’d wanted to hit Urahara upside the head at the time. It was a gift after all.
Waitaminute…Kisuke…Kisuke was a super-genius!
“Perfect!” Ichigo exclaimed suddenly, standing up so fast that he nearly knocked over the small bowl with its angry occupant. “I’ll just have Kisuke do my homework for me!”
Well, maybe he wouldn’t make the blonde do it for him, but at least he wouldn’t be struggling through the confusing equations all alone. Pleased with his own clever idea, Ichigo quickly began packing a few textbooks into his backpack, zipping it shut and slinging it over his shoulder before heading to the door. He paused for a moment in the hall, walking over to the angry beta and shaking a few fish flakes into the water. Ichigo grinned when the evil creature began greedily attacking them; Dandelion really was just about the most unpleasant aquatic animal ever.
A quiet breeze blew his hair back from his forehead as he walked down the street, the air smelling faintly of burning leaves and early autumn mums. Fall would have been his favorite season if not for the fact that he was inevitably forced to go back to school, diving once again into endless equations and mind-numbing term papers. It seemed strange to be ending his high school career after all this time, to be moving on from the only thing he’d known for years. Still, the change was a welcome one, as he could finally move on to bigger and better things…
He paused at the corner near Urahara’s store, smiling as he watched Jinta chase Ururu around in endless circles with a rather large, slimy looking worm. The young girl was squealing with disgust, eventually becoming so distraught that she turned around and decked Jinta in the face, sending the boy flying across the lot to land at Ichigo’s feet. The two of them looked at each other dumbly for a moment, Jinta finally jumping up and calling into the shop to alert Kisuke that company had arrived. Of course, that alert wasn’t complete without mention of things like “boy-toy” and “snuggle-bunny”, which instantly made a light blush rise up on Ichigo’s cheeks. Damn brat.
“Is that my snuggle-bunny?!” Urahara crowed happily, practically jumping out of the front of the shop with his arms wide open. “I wasn’t expecting you today!”
Ichigo raised his palm up slowly when Kisuke got close, slamming his entire hand over the blonde’s face to keep him at arm’s length. There was nothing in the world he hated more than being embarrassed in front of other people, and the pretend kissy noises his boyfriend was making were definitely enough to do just that. Why couldn’t he have fallen in love with someone with few more inhibitions? A little more decorum? It wasn’t as though he was asking a lot, just for Kisuke to not be so damn weird all the time. Then again…if he weren’t so weird, he wouldn’t be Urahara.
That would suck.
Kisuke chuckled softly at Ichigo’s blushing cheeks, raising his fan up to blow a bit of cool air across younger man’s face to ease the heat. He knew that Ichigo loathed being teased, but there was something about watching the play of emotions flash through those perfect brown eyes that he was unable to resist. It was just too much fun to push his buttons, though from the way Ichigo was glaring, Kisuke didn’t think he wanted to press those buttons any further.
Glancing down, he caught sight of the blue book-bag dangling from Ichigo’s hand, reaching down to take it out of his grasp and carry it into the shop. It wasn’t unusual for the teenager to come to him for help with homework, though it didn’t bode well for the rest of the year if Ichigo was already confused in the second week of the first quarter. The young man was not stupid (far from it actually), his skills simply didn’t lend themselves to dull bookwork and excessively complex ideas like quadratic formulas. So unless he was going to be a rocket scientist or bioengineer, he’d never need the information…and he knew it.
“So what will it be today? Geometry? Algebra? Trigonometry?” He turned his head to look over his shoulder before sitting down at the living room table and settling on a fluffy green pillow. “If you say addition I’m going to send you home.”
“Calculus,” Ichigo answered mournfully, crossing his arms on the low table to snuggle his chin on top of them. The sight was instantly charming, making Kisuke smile despite himself at the small pout and woeful expression presented for his inspection. There was a time when he thought that the younger man was making those damn faces on purpose, but when he noticed that there seemed to be no premeditation behind the actions he remembered that Ichigo didn’t tend to plan anything that far in advance. It was just his natural charisma, an inbred adorability, and Kisuke couldn’t stop himself from leaning across the table and planting a quick kiss on the sulking lips. He made sure to keep it brief however, lest the innocent press of mouths quickly become more. Ichigo was hard to resist these days.
Without waiting further, he opened the calculus textbook laid in front of him on the table, suppressing the urge to giggle at how simplistic the problems were. They may have been child’s play to him, but to someone who’d never seen them before they were a maze of numbers and symbols with no discernable exit. Snickering quietly, he looked at where Ichigo had scribbled what appeared to be dying stick figures near a few of the harder equations, one of them dangling sadly by his neck from the number “6”. The massacre had eventually been erased, but not before Ichigo had written a few cuss words ending in multiple exclamation points at the corner of the page. How eloquent.
Kisuke crooked his finger towards the younger man, watching as he obediently came scooting around the table to sit what could have been considered unnecessarily close. It wasn’t an unwelcome contact however, and he soon found himself easily giving into the spread of warmth at his side, nuzzling Ichigo’s fluffy head that rested just beneath his chin. So tempting. Damn…they were never going to get anything accomplished at this rate! With that thought in mind Kisuke gently pushed Ichigo away, giving him an apologetic kiss on the temple before indicating with his gaze that they should probably get to work on the calculus. Ichigo sighed long-sufferingly, turning to him with big brown eyes full of disappointment, obviously hoping to delay the inevitable. But as cute as that was, Kisuke was determined to persevere. The redhead would be upset with himself later if they didn’t get this finished.
“Work before pleasure,” Kisuke tapped Ichigo’s nose, thoroughly amused by the way his cheeks colored slightly and he looked away with an embarrassed scowl. Ah, the one-track mind of youth; it always tended to jump right into the gutter. Though he had to admit…any time they were alone he started to feel his libido shoot through the roof. Ichigo must have given off some irresistible hormone that‘s only purpose was to break down the human will to resist. “I didn’t mean it that way,” he murmured with a soft laugh.
Ichigo was too busy with grabbing up a stray pencil that had fallen onto the floor to respond, shuffling papers as he cleared his throat a few times and attempted to look serious. “I know, sorry,” he said, rolling his eyes with a wave of his hand. “Okay, let’s get this stupid shit over with before my brain leaks out of my ears.”
They spent the next hour diligently struggling their way through problem after problem, explaining what Ichigo didn’t understand and eventually closing the book all together when the assignment was complete. Once they’d gotten through the first few equations things seemed to have gone easier, proving once again that Ichigo was one of the fastest learners that Kisuke had ever met (not counting himself). There must have been some kind of mental sponge that soaked up all the information buried inside his spiky head.
Then again, it could have just been Urahara’s amazing teaching techniques at work. He was tempted to lean in that direction if only to stroke his own massive ego…
Ichigo sighed heavily when he was finally able to slam the calculus book shut, feeling certain that he’d have nightmares about derivatives and slopes for weeks to come. It was nice to be finished though, and the way Kisuke was nibbling on his earlobe in “positive reinforcement” was even nicer. His skin broke out in goose bumps as teeth sunk into the soft flesh, his hand moving upwards to cradle the blonde head against his own. God that felt good. If this was the sort of reward he’d receive every time he finished his homework than he’d come over every day!
“Stop,” Ichigo whispered as Kisuke's hand ran slowly up the inside of his shirt, the pad of his thumb brushing tantalizingly over his nipple. “There are people in the house other than us.”
The teeth that had previously been working at his ear paused, a grin forming on the older man’s lips that Ichigo could feel against his skin. Instantly, he was suspicious. That was the grin reserved almost exclusively for mischievous behavior and lecherous deeds; feeling it made the hair on the back of Ichigo‘s neck raise up in alarm. What, did Urahara think that they were going to make love on the tatami mats with Ururu and Jinta in the next room? Not that the idea didn’t make his breath hitch with excitement (who knew he was such an exhibitionist?), but he didn’t fancy the thought of being caught with his pants down. Literally.
“Not for long,” came the sultry reply, Kisuke’s voice full of some unnamable heat.
“Ururu! Jinta! Come here please!”
Ichigo pushed reluctantly away from Urahara’s body, settling in a more appropriate spot across the table as he listened to the sound of small feet scampering towards them through the house. A moment later the door to the sitting room was pushed open and the two children in question came pouring in, followed closely by Tessai who was carrying a large tote that had tiny hot pink flowers all over it. Ichigo hoped, for the sake of the tall man’s masculinity, that the purse did not belong to him.
“Yes Kisuke-san?” Ururu smiled, standing near the table with her hands behind her back. The girl looked as though she were going to a picnic, donned in a sundress made of a similar fabric to that of Tessai’s purse and a floppy white hat that kept falling over her eye no matter how many times she pushed it up. All she needed was a little wicker basket and she’d be all set to frolic. “What did you need?”
Without answering, Kisuke reached into his green samue top and pulled out a long envelope, sliding it across the table towards the girl with a pleased smile. Ichigo cocked his head to the side, casting a curious glance at the blonde who merely grinned in response, making his suspicion only rise further. Whatever was in that plain white wrapper was obviously something good, because he could see the excitement in Kisuke’s gray eyes rising the closer Ururu came to opening it. It was an infectious enthusiasm; Ichigo’s own lips were pulling upwards in an eager smile.
“What is it?” Ururu asked, obviously confused. She turned the contents of the envelope over a few times in her hands, bringing it closer to her face for inspection as she slowly read. Tense moments passed until its identity was discerned, her eyes flying open wide in astonished happiness. “Really? Really?!”
Immediately Kisuke’s arms were full of small girl babbling happily about always having wanted to go to Disneyland and how she couldn’t believe how exciting it was to spend an entire long weekend in Tokyo and how she loved Kisuke so so so much. Ichigo knew the feeling. This had to be, without doubt, the most animated he’d ever seen Ururu, and he watched her bounce ecstatically across the floor with wide eyes, laughing softly when she nearly tripped over one of the sitting pillows. He was still chuckling at her antics when he glanced towards Tessai, who was now carrying luggage (that seemed to appear out of no where) towards the door of the Shoten before coming back into the sitting room with a content smile. Wait…they were already packed? Wasn’t this a spur of the moment thing? Ururu, in the meantime, had migrated over to hugging him; squeezing so hard Ichigo thought he might be choked at any moment by the girl’s strong arms around his neck.
“When are we leaving?” Ururu eased her deathgrip on Ichigo’s windpipe long enough to look across the table at Urahara.
“Why, right now!” Kisuke pointed upwards with a boisterous laugh, standing abruptly to usher the children towards the door. Before he could even get them halfway Jinta was already out the front of the shop, loading the car hastily and honking the horn a few times to express his impatience. Little brat. “I decided that you two kids needed a break this weekend and thought what better place to unwind and have fun than Disneyland! And of course Tessai-san was kind enough to offer to be your chaperone.”
Ichigo blinked in disbelief, tempted to pinch himself; this had to be a very odd dream. It was all too convenient…something fishy was going on. And where there was dodgy behavior, there was almost always Urahara Kisuke.
Ichigo looked over his shoulder to the front door, just catching the devious wink Kisuke sent the silent man carrying Ururu’s luggage. A wink? What was that about? Wait. Waitaminute! Kisuke had…planned this? How?! Ichigo had thought that his coming over had been completely random, but from the way the two men were acting they had been planning this all along! Mouth falling open, he stared somewhat dazedly at his self-satisfied boyfriend, hands flailing somewhat as he attempted to get his astonishment across. How did Urahara do this sort of thing? More importantly…did this mean that the two of them were going to be…
“…are you sure you’re going to be okay all alone this weekend Kisuke-san?” Ururu’s voice echoed from the doorway, slightly drowned out by the incessant sound of the van’s horn bouncing off the walls of the house. “You won’t starve, will you?”
“Of course not Ururu,” Urahara soothed, his tone somewhat impish. “I assure you I will have a very, very pleasant weekend.”
Heat rose up on Ichigo’s cheeks at the implications of those well-chosen words, splaying his fingers against the surface of the table as he swallowed his heart back down into his ribcage. Kisuke had said that he would find a way for them to be alone, hadn’t he? Of course, Ichigo hadn’t imagined it would be something like this. A hotel suite, renting a cottage somewhere, maybe a room by the ocean perhaps, but nothing like this. It was actually rather romantic to imagine making love in Kisuke’s bedroom with the windows open and the moon shining in. Of course, that was dependant on whether or not they made it that far.
“Bye Kisuke-san! Don’t burn the house down!”
“Have fun! Sayonara!”
With that the front door of the Shoten closed with a decisive click, the lock sliding into place soon afterwards. Ichigo’s heart once again flew into his throat, his wide eyes staring straight ahead in something akin to terror as he heard the soft padding of Kisuke’s feet across the floor. He had no idea why he was so scared, it wasn’t as though Urahara was going to walk in and throw him on the table or something. And yet there was a nervousness fluttering through his veins that left him slightly shaky as the other man stepped back into the sitting room. He was ready for this…right? He’d been waiting for it for months, dreaming about it, waking up calling out the older man’s name; it was time.
Yet he couldn’t calm his nerves at all…some hero he was.
Warm arms enveloped his waist, making him jump in surprise. Ichigo had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he’d failed to notice when Kisuke pressed himself into his back, letting lips trail a delicate line up from his neck to his ear. The heat of Urahara’s breath against his skin made him shiver, licking at his suddenly dry lips as they lingered in the embrace for a few moments. It felt so good to simply enjoy each other’s presence; they hadn’t had a chance to do this when he’d first arrived. It was such a humble pleasure; unassuming warmth in a chaotic world. Satisfying. He’d just let his head fall backwards onto Kisuke’s shoulder when an object was dangled precariously in front of his face, a thin black device that he was having trouble identifying due to the odd angle.
Ah…a cell phone…
“Call your father and tell him you’re spending the weekend with me,” Kisuke demanded in a hushed whisper, his voice leaving no room for argument. Not that Ichigo would have protested anyway. Spending the entire weekend alone together sounded delicious. However, telling his father that he was going to be spending said weekend with his much older, much weirder, much more experienced boyfriend was probably not going to go over well. He could smell a screaming match coming on.
“I don‘t think--,” Ichigo began, only to be cut off by a sharp bite to his neck, ending all need for further discussion. That was all the persuasion he really needed.
He dialed the number with shaking fingers, bringing the phone up to his ear even as Kisuke lavished his neck with affectionate kisses. His breath was already coming more shallowly; he didn’t know how he was going to get through the conversation without sounding like an idiot. So it was quite a relief to hear Karin’s voice on the other end of the line, even though there were some strange scuffling sounds behind her that worried him a bit.
“Hey Karin, is goat-face around?”
~“Yeah, but he’s busy at the moment, what did you need?~
Ichigo heard a loud muffled sound after her words, the scuffling becoming much more intense than it had previously been. It made Ichigo’s eyebrow rise in confusion, glancing at Kisuke who had stopped kissing his skin long enough to listen in on the conversation with a conniving smile. Something was up, as usual.
“I just wanted to let him know I’d be away this weekend…staying with Urahara-san,” Ichigo replied tentatively, narrowing his gaze towards the blonde who was now pushing his lips together to stifle his laughter. Ichigo would have questioned what was so hilarious, but there was suddenly a loud smacking sound on the phone, accompanied by Karin yelling at someone to stay still, that drew his attention. What the hell? He blinked stupidly at the phone, raising it back up to his ear almost fearfully.
~“Oh, okay! I’ll let him know after he…gets out.”~
“Gets out of what?”
~“You know…ropes. Bye Ichi-nii, have a good weekend!”~
With that the line went dead, Ichigo turning to Kisuke who was now sniggering outright, gray eyes twinkling gleefully. “Your doing?” Ichigo accused good-naturedly, waving the phone around a bit as he tried to keep a smile from splitting his face. It was no use though. Eventually he just gave up and let himself grin anyway, imagining his father hog-tied and lying under the kitchen table with a gag in his mouth.
“Hmmm…I wonder?” Kisuke responded with a pale raised eyebrow.
Kisuke shook his head amusedly as Ichigo put the phone down on the table, brown eyes looking at him expectantly. What…did he think they were going to do it now? They hadn’t even eaten dinner yet! Of course the temptation was there to simply grab Ichigo by that gorgeous hair, throw him down on the tatami mats, and proceed to make him scream for hours…but he wasn’t going to do that. Nope. Urahara Kisuke was a man of (at least some) class, and he wasn’t going to indulge in all that soft tan skin until the moment was absolutely right. That and they wouldn’t have much energy if they didn’t eat at least a little something.
A little practicality was definitely in order.
“How about some dinner?” he stood up and smiled, looking down at the younger man who gave him a disappointed and slightly insecure frown in return. Understanding his bewilderment, Kisuke leaned over at the waist and tilted Ichigo’s chin upwards, brushing their lips together chastely. “We have all night Ichigo,” he murmured giving into temptation and nibbling at a plump bottom lip. “There’s no rush.”
A strange, unreadable sort of expression flickered through Ichigo’s eyes, his fingers intertwining uneasily in his lap, until his gaze began to soften with appreciation and he accepted the hand that Kisuke offered to help him stand up. Urahara’s judgment wasn’t so clouded with lust that he failed to notice the subtle shaking of Ichigo’s body, the nervousness that pulsed along his reiatsu in suffocating waves. There would be no point to making love to him now, his apprehension wouldn’t allow him to enjoy it…and Kisuke very much wanted Ichigo to enjoy each moment without being too afraid to move.
Speaking of moving, if they ever wanted to eat something he needed to get dinner started…
For unknown reasons, Ichigo had always liked watching Kisuke cook, and tonight was no exception. The younger man had eagerly jumped up to sit on the counter when he‘d started the meal, observing with interest as he threw ingredients into a large pot and turned up the heat. Somewhere between boil and simmer, Ichigo had abandoned his spot near the sink and wrapped arms around Kisuke’s waist, strong fingers pulling off his haori to throw into a chair across the room. His hat was removed shortly thereafter and joined the haori before soft lips buried themselves securely in the dip between his neck and shoulder. Ichigo seemed content to simply lay against his skin, his breathing slow and even against Urahara’s back, the whole scene between them taking on a picturesque feel.
“What are we having?” Ichigo began licking at his jugular vein, sending Kisuke’s pulse skyrocketing as a slightly rough tongue explored his skin. For his own sake, Urahara hoped that Ichigo stopped that sooner rather than later. Otherwise they’d burn the house down while he bent the teenager over the kitchen table. Homelessness would be bad. “Looks like soup.”
“That, my intrepid master of the obvious, is because it is soup,” he laughed, leaning away as Ichigo swatted at him playfully.
The sun was beginning to set, laying long shadows across the floor while they finished eating dinner. It had been spent almost exclusively in companionable silence, the only sounds their clinking glasses and the occasional small talk. Of course, there had been a few moments when Kisuke had been compelled to lean over the table and kiss at Ichigo’s lips, but for the most part they’d been content to dine in peace. It was nice…the younger man was calmer now, his reiatsu sedate and easygoing, leaning back on the soft pillow underneath him as he raised his hands above is head in an obviously satisfied stretch. Much to Kisuke’s delight, the motion exposed small patches of tight abdomen for his inspection, and he found himself leering at them far more than was absolutely necessary. But that belly belonged to him (along with the rest of that beautiful body) so he guessed it was all right to stare like the lecher he was.
“Tired already Kurosaki-kun?” he teased, pushing an empty tea cup at Ichigo before filling it with a strange, fruity tea he’d found a few weeks prior at an outdoor market.
“Nah.” Ichigo stretched out his legs under the table, toes barely touching at the tops of Kisuke‘s bent knees. “Just relaxed. This is nice. We never get to be alone.”
Oh yeah…they were alone. With no one expected to come home. With the house to themselves. With a clean set of sheets waiting for their arrival in the next room. Oh yeah.
“Mmmm,” he agreed, licking at his lips somewhat nervously. Well…wasn’t this strange. The atmosphere of the room was changing suddenly, like a thread had been woven between them and was being twisted into tighter and tighter knots the longer the seconds ticked on. Kisuke was, all at once, completely aware of Ichigo’s body across the table from his own. Each detail of the young man seemed somehow in hyper focus, everything from the way his breath momentarily caught in his tanned throat to the trembling of his long fingers as they swirled around the rim of his teacup were sharp and concentrated to Kisuke’s gaze. With one simple sentence the room’s dynamic had altered entirely, and he was left knowing that if he was going to make a move…that this would probably be a good time…
“So,” he started hesitantly, watching Ichigo’s head snap up nervously, his brown eyes a little dark, a little emotional. He’d felt the change too, that much was obvious. “What other classes are you attending this year other than the dreaded calculus?”
Ichigo laughed softly, taking a sip of his tea. “Boring shit. English, chemistry, kanji…physics…”
“Physics?” Kisuke interrupted, raising a pale eyebrow. He smelled an opportunity. “I will have you know that I am quite the expert on physics. I invented my own branch of it nearly a hundred years ago.”
“According to you, you’re the expert on everything,” Ichigo quipped back, crossing his arms with a small smirk. “So…go ahead…tell me about physics. I’m all ears.”
“Well,” Kisuke began, putting his finger up to his lips with a playful smile. He let his eyes sweep over Ichigo’s body deliberately, making sure the younger man knew he was being admired. It was lovely to see Ichigo’s breathing speed up in response, the first traces of understanding creeping into his amber gaze. This was going to be fun. “Seeing as how you’re a novice to the concept, I’ll start with the basics. One should always start with the fundamentals of any idea...or activity.”
“The basics, huh?” Ichigo grinned, leaning forward on his elbows to place his chin securely in his palm, the definition of coy seduction. There was a growing heat in those eyes now, the beginnings of desire sparking right below the surface as a small blush blossomed on his cheeks. He knew exactly what he was doing, of that much Urahara was sure.
“Mmmhmmm.” Kisuke was on the move now, rising up onto his hands and knees to crawl agonizingly slow around the table towards his prey, hair falling across his eyes as he surveyed his prize. At the same time Ichigo began rotating on his pillow, twisting his body until they were face to face, and Kisuke‘s line of sight was entirely filled with delicate brown eyes. It was a nice view. “And one of the first laws of physics is, of course, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Shall I demonstrate?”
“I’m pretty dense about these sorts of things.” Ichigo breathed a little unsteadily, leaning upwards until their mouths were nearly touching. The young man’s fingertips had found their way to the cleft of his upper lip, sliding against it in a way that made Kisuke‘s heart pound. “I think you’d better.”
“My pleasure.” Urahara grinned wickedly, dipping his head to run the tip of his nose from the bend of Ichigo’s neck all the way up to whisper in his ear. “For example, when I caress you like that, my action will cause you to arch your body into my touch. Perhaps you might even pull me closer.”
Without speaking Ichigo had done just that, fingers digging themselves into Kisuke’s hair and giving it a gentle tug. Enlivened, he instantly latched teeth onto the redhead’s earlobe, wanting to keep up their little game as long as possible before being swallowed whole by the desire bubbling in his veins. He didn’t know how long he was going to be able to last however. This was harder than it looked, and the tiny sighs and gasps coming from Ichigo’s perfect lips certainly weren’t aiding in his attempts to keep himself together.
“So when I grabbed your hair like that,” Ichigo grinned, the fingers of his free hand reaching out to dance up Kisuke’s thigh, setting nails into his pants. Gods! He could imagine those nails digging into the skin of his back, his thighs, his ass, anywhere…just as long as Ichigo would be touching him. “Your reaction was to bite at my ear?”
“Precisely,” came Urahara’s throaty reply.
“I think I get the idea,” Ichigo’s eyelashes fluttered against his tan cheeks, fanning against his skin as he closed his eyes. “So…if I were to turn my head towards you right now…you’d probably kiss me. Am I right?”
Kisuke’s mouth fell open, breath rushing out of his lungs in an excited stream to tease at the shell of Ichigo‘s ear. Those words. Those words completely did him in, smacked him in the proverbial face, set his thoughts on fire and threw away the water. This was it, no more playing, no more skirting around their mutual desire, no more games. He wanted Ichigo’s kiss, he wanted his impassioned sighs, he wanted that sweet pink tongue in his mouth where he could suck on it.
“Give me your lips Ichigo.”
The sound of Kisuke’s voice, rough and low, sent shivers up Ichigo’s spine, his emotions spiking sharply in his chest. Months of waiting and worrying and weighing the options vanished into thin air with the brush of the blonde’s scratchy chin against his cheek, the warm press of their bodies. Now that the moment was here, it seemed to be the simplest thing in the entire world to turn his head and let their mouths meet. Of course, that would depend on whether or not he could move. He felt as though his neck were a little frozen in place, and it seemed like half an eternity before he was looking up into the soft greenish-gray gaze staring patiently back down at him…
But eventually he got it right, tilting his head up as his eyelids came down, letting their mouths come together in a kiss that was probably as close to perfect as the two of them were going to get. They were both too clumsy to ever have one of those breathtaking romance novel kisses with their hair blowing in the wind and the sun setting in the distance. Then again, that sounded pretty retarded when he really thought about it.
And right now he really didn’t want to be thinking about anything other than how good this felt and how his skin was heating up under Urahara‘s fingers.
Ichigo had always been of the opinion that Kisuke’s lips had to be amongst the softest in the entire world, perfectly formed so that they melted against his own with flawless precision. Granted, he didn’t have a whole lot of experience with anyone else, but he didn’t need it to know that this was probably the best he was ever going to feel. Why would he want to give it up for someone else? There was a bouncing electricity where their lips met, an instant fire that set every neuron in his body alight. No one else could ever come close; of that he was entirely sure.
He rose up on his knees, hands reaching down around Kisuke’s neck to clench in the hair at the base of his scalp, pulling the taller body higher against him. In response, long arms reached around his waist, running up the back of his t-shirt before splayed fingers trailed back down, massaging each muscle in his spine as they did. Ichigo’s reaction was instant, hands coming around to cup at Urahara’s face and deepen the kiss, opening his mouth to allow the older man’s tongue entrance. Even if they did this a million times it would never be enough, Ichigo would always be craving for it. If Kisuke had been a drug, surely he would have been an addict by now.
“Kisuke?” He opened his eyes and felt his brow come together. The question, though unspoken, was obvious. Was this it? Were they finally going to push past the barriers that had been holding them back all this time? No interruptions? Nothing to stop them? He probably would have killed someone if they’d come to the door right now, either that or simply had sex with them right at the door, inhibitions be damned
“No, we‘re not going to be disturbed tonight.” Kisuke laughed softly, pushing Ichigo’s hair back from his eyes with a playful wink. “Not unless you pass out or something.”
“You think you’re that good?” Ichigo leaned in, running the tip of his tongue along Urahara’s bottom lip, grinning when the older man inhaled sharply.
“I know so.”
“Well, like I said…I’m pretty dense. I’m gonna need a demonstration.”
Before he could say anything else he’d been dragged somewhat roughly to his feet, large hands cupping at his ass as he was steered in the direction of Kisuke’s bedroom. Their mouths met again somewhere in the hall, more heat this time, more tongues sliding somewhat desperately against one another. It was starting to get more painful to keep his legs together, the pleasurable pressure building so that he barely noticed when his shoulder blades scraped roughly against the outside of the bedroom door. It was nothing to him at this point; all he cared about was Kisuke’s tongue teasing at the roof of his mouth, the quivering contractions of his abdomen, and the fingers that teased across the dip of his lower back to run into the waistband of his jeans.
Since Ichigo was the one closer to the door, he reached backward and slid the screen open, practically falling on his butt when Kisuke pushed him into the room. “A little overeager there aren’t we?” he said between their lips, biting down gently on the older man’s tongue before leaning away a few inches to smile up at him.
“If you saw how sexy you are right now,” Kisuke purred into his ear, nuzzling at it in a way that made Ichigo cling to the green shirt in front of him, the fabric pulling apart under his urging so he could run fingertips along Urahara’s chest. “You wouldn’t ask such stupid questions.”
The laughter that sprang up from Ichigo’s mouth surprised even himself, a throaty sound full of dark promises that he wasn’t entirely sure he could fulfill. But as he was pushed back to sit on the futon, a delicate cherry wood stand with a fluffy mattress, he decided he would give it his best shot and see what became of it. After all, he wasn’t the only one who’d been dying for this moment, the man in front of him, gray eyes dark like storms in May, had also been waiting. Ichigo didn’t think he could do anything to disappoint Kisuke tonight, which in turn gave him the confidence to simply let himself go.
The remnants of sunlight had almost faded completely from the sky, leaving the unlit bedroom cast in shadow and random streaks of illumination from a nearby streetlamp. Ichigo’s eyes narrowed to catch what he could, but he soon found his eyebrows coming together in frustration. This wasn’t going to work, much to his disappointment. He was still a little unsure of himself, and the thought of doing this in relative darkness had been appealing. Unfortunately however, it seemed that his insecurities were going to have to be pushed to the side, and with a steadying breath he reached over to the bedside table to turn on the lamp. Instantly the room was awash in soft yellow light, clinging to Kisuke’s pale skin like liquid gold, leaving it almost glowing. Or that could have just been Ichigo’s imagination. Either way it looked damn appealing. “I’m surprised you don’t have any candles.” He leaned back on his elbows, raising a playful eyebrow before spreading his legs in invitation. “I thought this was supposed to be romantic.”
“I have some, they’re just not lit. We’ll do that next time.”
With that Kisuke took a few steps away, turning around so that his back was to Ichigo and glanced over his shoulder with a shy smile. Shy? Kisuke? Amazing that the man could even pull it off! The motion was coy, but began to turn decidedly dirty when Kisuke started rolling his shoulders, letting his samue top fall to the floor in a forest green puddle. Wait…was Ichigo being given his first strip show?! His breaths began to come more shallowly as inch-by-inch Urahara’s strong back was exposed, licking at his dry lips in an attempt to calm his raging nerves. Gorgeous. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the expanse of skin, the delicate lines of the older man’s shoulder’s, the way his spine was almost perfectly straight…he could see why people paid for this sort of thing. It was a shame he didn’t have any money on him, because the way Kisuke was putting on a show was probably the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
“Should,” he swallowed, trying desperately to control the tremble in his voice. “Should I be putting some money down your pants?”
“They won’t be on long enough for you to worry about it.” Kisuke came back towards the bed, pressing their mouths together and scooting Ichigo up towards the pillows. The older man had always had too many pillows, but Ichigo was grateful for them this time as he sunk down into their depths with the force of Kisuke’s kiss. Growing desperate for unimpeded contact, Ichigo’s fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, intent on pulling it off so that he could feel the blonde‘s skin against his own. He’d barely gotten it up two inches when long fingers on his wrist stopped him short, pushing his hands back onto the bed beside the pillows.
Onto Passionfruit Part II!
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Cherry!
Title: Passionfruit
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Uraichi
Warnings: Anal, Oral, Yaoi, Toy Play…all the good stuff!!
Summary: …And Ichigo thought he’d just get help with his homework!
Author's Notes:Holy shit!!! This thing is a monster! Please forgive the fact that it’s broken up into two pieces because Passionfruit’s word count toppled 12k. It’s THAT LONG. I worked SO hard on this! I really hope you all enjoy!
y = (3x^2 - 4)^6
Kurosaki Ichigo stared numbly at the numbers and symbols written haphazardly on the paper, tapping his pencil against his bottom lip as though that might jump start his brain. When no neurons seemed to be immediately firing he looked down at the next problem, sighing softly in utter defeat. It was no use. From the moment he’d walked into Basic Calculus he had been doomed to failure. What was the point anyway? It wasn’t as though he was ever going to have anything close to what most people would consider a “normal life”. Things had changed too much, his perceptions were warped, and he just wasn‘t quite human enough. Calculus seemed like a colossal waste of time when he had damn near saved the world.
y = e^5x
“I think I’ve gone stupid,” he mumbled to himself, looking over and tapping the glass of a fishbowl sitting nearby with his index finger. Inside a small blue beta fish glared at Ichigo’s wiggling digit, swimming quickly up to the curved side of the bowl and furiously flaring its elaborate fins. It had been a present from Kisuke, dubbed Dandelion much to his dismay, since Ichigo was allergic to cats and didn’t much care for dogs. The older man had thought the name hilarious upon presenting it, the amused twinkle in his gray eyes making Ichigo hate him…just a little. Of course he’d accepted the creature anyway, even though he’d wanted to hit Urahara upside the head at the time. It was a gift after all.
Waitaminute…Kisuke…Kisuke was a super-genius!
“Perfect!” Ichigo exclaimed suddenly, standing up so fast that he nearly knocked over the small bowl with its angry occupant. “I’ll just have Kisuke do my homework for me!”
Well, maybe he wouldn’t make the blonde do it for him, but at least he wouldn’t be struggling through the confusing equations all alone. Pleased with his own clever idea, Ichigo quickly began packing a few textbooks into his backpack, zipping it shut and slinging it over his shoulder before heading to the door. He paused for a moment in the hall, walking over to the angry beta and shaking a few fish flakes into the water. Ichigo grinned when the evil creature began greedily attacking them; Dandelion really was just about the most unpleasant aquatic animal ever.
A quiet breeze blew his hair back from his forehead as he walked down the street, the air smelling faintly of burning leaves and early autumn mums. Fall would have been his favorite season if not for the fact that he was inevitably forced to go back to school, diving once again into endless equations and mind-numbing term papers. It seemed strange to be ending his high school career after all this time, to be moving on from the only thing he’d known for years. Still, the change was a welcome one, as he could finally move on to bigger and better things…
He paused at the corner near Urahara’s store, smiling as he watched Jinta chase Ururu around in endless circles with a rather large, slimy looking worm. The young girl was squealing with disgust, eventually becoming so distraught that she turned around and decked Jinta in the face, sending the boy flying across the lot to land at Ichigo’s feet. The two of them looked at each other dumbly for a moment, Jinta finally jumping up and calling into the shop to alert Kisuke that company had arrived. Of course, that alert wasn’t complete without mention of things like “boy-toy” and “snuggle-bunny”, which instantly made a light blush rise up on Ichigo’s cheeks. Damn brat.
“Is that my snuggle-bunny?!” Urahara crowed happily, practically jumping out of the front of the shop with his arms wide open. “I wasn’t expecting you today!”
Ichigo raised his palm up slowly when Kisuke got close, slamming his entire hand over the blonde’s face to keep him at arm’s length. There was nothing in the world he hated more than being embarrassed in front of other people, and the pretend kissy noises his boyfriend was making were definitely enough to do just that. Why couldn’t he have fallen in love with someone with few more inhibitions? A little more decorum? It wasn’t as though he was asking a lot, just for Kisuke to not be so damn weird all the time. Then again…if he weren’t so weird, he wouldn’t be Urahara.
That would suck.
Kisuke chuckled softly at Ichigo’s blushing cheeks, raising his fan up to blow a bit of cool air across younger man’s face to ease the heat. He knew that Ichigo loathed being teased, but there was something about watching the play of emotions flash through those perfect brown eyes that he was unable to resist. It was just too much fun to push his buttons, though from the way Ichigo was glaring, Kisuke didn’t think he wanted to press those buttons any further.
Glancing down, he caught sight of the blue book-bag dangling from Ichigo’s hand, reaching down to take it out of his grasp and carry it into the shop. It wasn’t unusual for the teenager to come to him for help with homework, though it didn’t bode well for the rest of the year if Ichigo was already confused in the second week of the first quarter. The young man was not stupid (far from it actually), his skills simply didn’t lend themselves to dull bookwork and excessively complex ideas like quadratic formulas. So unless he was going to be a rocket scientist or bioengineer, he’d never need the information…and he knew it.
“So what will it be today? Geometry? Algebra? Trigonometry?” He turned his head to look over his shoulder before sitting down at the living room table and settling on a fluffy green pillow. “If you say addition I’m going to send you home.”
“Calculus,” Ichigo answered mournfully, crossing his arms on the low table to snuggle his chin on top of them. The sight was instantly charming, making Kisuke smile despite himself at the small pout and woeful expression presented for his inspection. There was a time when he thought that the younger man was making those damn faces on purpose, but when he noticed that there seemed to be no premeditation behind the actions he remembered that Ichigo didn’t tend to plan anything that far in advance. It was just his natural charisma, an inbred adorability, and Kisuke couldn’t stop himself from leaning across the table and planting a quick kiss on the sulking lips. He made sure to keep it brief however, lest the innocent press of mouths quickly become more. Ichigo was hard to resist these days.
Without waiting further, he opened the calculus textbook laid in front of him on the table, suppressing the urge to giggle at how simplistic the problems were. They may have been child’s play to him, but to someone who’d never seen them before they were a maze of numbers and symbols with no discernable exit. Snickering quietly, he looked at where Ichigo had scribbled what appeared to be dying stick figures near a few of the harder equations, one of them dangling sadly by his neck from the number “6”. The massacre had eventually been erased, but not before Ichigo had written a few cuss words ending in multiple exclamation points at the corner of the page. How eloquent.
Kisuke crooked his finger towards the younger man, watching as he obediently came scooting around the table to sit what could have been considered unnecessarily close. It wasn’t an unwelcome contact however, and he soon found himself easily giving into the spread of warmth at his side, nuzzling Ichigo’s fluffy head that rested just beneath his chin. So tempting. Damn…they were never going to get anything accomplished at this rate! With that thought in mind Kisuke gently pushed Ichigo away, giving him an apologetic kiss on the temple before indicating with his gaze that they should probably get to work on the calculus. Ichigo sighed long-sufferingly, turning to him with big brown eyes full of disappointment, obviously hoping to delay the inevitable. But as cute as that was, Kisuke was determined to persevere. The redhead would be upset with himself later if they didn’t get this finished.
“Work before pleasure,” Kisuke tapped Ichigo’s nose, thoroughly amused by the way his cheeks colored slightly and he looked away with an embarrassed scowl. Ah, the one-track mind of youth; it always tended to jump right into the gutter. Though he had to admit…any time they were alone he started to feel his libido shoot through the roof. Ichigo must have given off some irresistible hormone that‘s only purpose was to break down the human will to resist. “I didn’t mean it that way,” he murmured with a soft laugh.
Ichigo was too busy with grabbing up a stray pencil that had fallen onto the floor to respond, shuffling papers as he cleared his throat a few times and attempted to look serious. “I know, sorry,” he said, rolling his eyes with a wave of his hand. “Okay, let’s get this stupid shit over with before my brain leaks out of my ears.”
They spent the next hour diligently struggling their way through problem after problem, explaining what Ichigo didn’t understand and eventually closing the book all together when the assignment was complete. Once they’d gotten through the first few equations things seemed to have gone easier, proving once again that Ichigo was one of the fastest learners that Kisuke had ever met (not counting himself). There must have been some kind of mental sponge that soaked up all the information buried inside his spiky head.
Then again, it could have just been Urahara’s amazing teaching techniques at work. He was tempted to lean in that direction if only to stroke his own massive ego…
Ichigo sighed heavily when he was finally able to slam the calculus book shut, feeling certain that he’d have nightmares about derivatives and slopes for weeks to come. It was nice to be finished though, and the way Kisuke was nibbling on his earlobe in “positive reinforcement” was even nicer. His skin broke out in goose bumps as teeth sunk into the soft flesh, his hand moving upwards to cradle the blonde head against his own. God that felt good. If this was the sort of reward he’d receive every time he finished his homework than he’d come over every day!
“Stop,” Ichigo whispered as Kisuke's hand ran slowly up the inside of his shirt, the pad of his thumb brushing tantalizingly over his nipple. “There are people in the house other than us.”
The teeth that had previously been working at his ear paused, a grin forming on the older man’s lips that Ichigo could feel against his skin. Instantly, he was suspicious. That was the grin reserved almost exclusively for mischievous behavior and lecherous deeds; feeling it made the hair on the back of Ichigo‘s neck raise up in alarm. What, did Urahara think that they were going to make love on the tatami mats with Ururu and Jinta in the next room? Not that the idea didn’t make his breath hitch with excitement (who knew he was such an exhibitionist?), but he didn’t fancy the thought of being caught with his pants down. Literally.
“Not for long,” came the sultry reply, Kisuke’s voice full of some unnamable heat.
“Ururu! Jinta! Come here please!”
Ichigo pushed reluctantly away from Urahara’s body, settling in a more appropriate spot across the table as he listened to the sound of small feet scampering towards them through the house. A moment later the door to the sitting room was pushed open and the two children in question came pouring in, followed closely by Tessai who was carrying a large tote that had tiny hot pink flowers all over it. Ichigo hoped, for the sake of the tall man’s masculinity, that the purse did not belong to him.
“Yes Kisuke-san?” Ururu smiled, standing near the table with her hands behind her back. The girl looked as though she were going to a picnic, donned in a sundress made of a similar fabric to that of Tessai’s purse and a floppy white hat that kept falling over her eye no matter how many times she pushed it up. All she needed was a little wicker basket and she’d be all set to frolic. “What did you need?”
Without answering, Kisuke reached into his green samue top and pulled out a long envelope, sliding it across the table towards the girl with a pleased smile. Ichigo cocked his head to the side, casting a curious glance at the blonde who merely grinned in response, making his suspicion only rise further. Whatever was in that plain white wrapper was obviously something good, because he could see the excitement in Kisuke’s gray eyes rising the closer Ururu came to opening it. It was an infectious enthusiasm; Ichigo’s own lips were pulling upwards in an eager smile.
“What is it?” Ururu asked, obviously confused. She turned the contents of the envelope over a few times in her hands, bringing it closer to her face for inspection as she slowly read. Tense moments passed until its identity was discerned, her eyes flying open wide in astonished happiness. “Really? Really?!”
Immediately Kisuke’s arms were full of small girl babbling happily about always having wanted to go to Disneyland and how she couldn’t believe how exciting it was to spend an entire long weekend in Tokyo and how she loved Kisuke so so so much. Ichigo knew the feeling. This had to be, without doubt, the most animated he’d ever seen Ururu, and he watched her bounce ecstatically across the floor with wide eyes, laughing softly when she nearly tripped over one of the sitting pillows. He was still chuckling at her antics when he glanced towards Tessai, who was now carrying luggage (that seemed to appear out of no where) towards the door of the Shoten before coming back into the sitting room with a content smile. Wait…they were already packed? Wasn’t this a spur of the moment thing? Ururu, in the meantime, had migrated over to hugging him; squeezing so hard Ichigo thought he might be choked at any moment by the girl’s strong arms around his neck.
“When are we leaving?” Ururu eased her deathgrip on Ichigo’s windpipe long enough to look across the table at Urahara.
“Why, right now!” Kisuke pointed upwards with a boisterous laugh, standing abruptly to usher the children towards the door. Before he could even get them halfway Jinta was already out the front of the shop, loading the car hastily and honking the horn a few times to express his impatience. Little brat. “I decided that you two kids needed a break this weekend and thought what better place to unwind and have fun than Disneyland! And of course Tessai-san was kind enough to offer to be your chaperone.”
Ichigo blinked in disbelief, tempted to pinch himself; this had to be a very odd dream. It was all too convenient…something fishy was going on. And where there was dodgy behavior, there was almost always Urahara Kisuke.
Ichigo looked over his shoulder to the front door, just catching the devious wink Kisuke sent the silent man carrying Ururu’s luggage. A wink? What was that about? Wait. Waitaminute! Kisuke had…planned this? How?! Ichigo had thought that his coming over had been completely random, but from the way the two men were acting they had been planning this all along! Mouth falling open, he stared somewhat dazedly at his self-satisfied boyfriend, hands flailing somewhat as he attempted to get his astonishment across. How did Urahara do this sort of thing? More importantly…did this mean that the two of them were going to be…
“…are you sure you’re going to be okay all alone this weekend Kisuke-san?” Ururu’s voice echoed from the doorway, slightly drowned out by the incessant sound of the van’s horn bouncing off the walls of the house. “You won’t starve, will you?”
“Of course not Ururu,” Urahara soothed, his tone somewhat impish. “I assure you I will have a very, very pleasant weekend.”
Heat rose up on Ichigo’s cheeks at the implications of those well-chosen words, splaying his fingers against the surface of the table as he swallowed his heart back down into his ribcage. Kisuke had said that he would find a way for them to be alone, hadn’t he? Of course, Ichigo hadn’t imagined it would be something like this. A hotel suite, renting a cottage somewhere, maybe a room by the ocean perhaps, but nothing like this. It was actually rather romantic to imagine making love in Kisuke’s bedroom with the windows open and the moon shining in. Of course, that was dependant on whether or not they made it that far.
“Bye Kisuke-san! Don’t burn the house down!”
“Have fun! Sayonara!”
With that the front door of the Shoten closed with a decisive click, the lock sliding into place soon afterwards. Ichigo’s heart once again flew into his throat, his wide eyes staring straight ahead in something akin to terror as he heard the soft padding of Kisuke’s feet across the floor. He had no idea why he was so scared, it wasn’t as though Urahara was going to walk in and throw him on the table or something. And yet there was a nervousness fluttering through his veins that left him slightly shaky as the other man stepped back into the sitting room. He was ready for this…right? He’d been waiting for it for months, dreaming about it, waking up calling out the older man’s name; it was time.
Yet he couldn’t calm his nerves at all…some hero he was.
Warm arms enveloped his waist, making him jump in surprise. Ichigo had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he’d failed to notice when Kisuke pressed himself into his back, letting lips trail a delicate line up from his neck to his ear. The heat of Urahara’s breath against his skin made him shiver, licking at his suddenly dry lips as they lingered in the embrace for a few moments. It felt so good to simply enjoy each other’s presence; they hadn’t had a chance to do this when he’d first arrived. It was such a humble pleasure; unassuming warmth in a chaotic world. Satisfying. He’d just let his head fall backwards onto Kisuke’s shoulder when an object was dangled precariously in front of his face, a thin black device that he was having trouble identifying due to the odd angle.
Ah…a cell phone…
“Call your father and tell him you’re spending the weekend with me,” Kisuke demanded in a hushed whisper, his voice leaving no room for argument. Not that Ichigo would have protested anyway. Spending the entire weekend alone together sounded delicious. However, telling his father that he was going to be spending said weekend with his much older, much weirder, much more experienced boyfriend was probably not going to go over well. He could smell a screaming match coming on.
“I don‘t think--,” Ichigo began, only to be cut off by a sharp bite to his neck, ending all need for further discussion. That was all the persuasion he really needed.
He dialed the number with shaking fingers, bringing the phone up to his ear even as Kisuke lavished his neck with affectionate kisses. His breath was already coming more shallowly; he didn’t know how he was going to get through the conversation without sounding like an idiot. So it was quite a relief to hear Karin’s voice on the other end of the line, even though there were some strange scuffling sounds behind her that worried him a bit.
“Hey Karin, is goat-face around?”
~“Yeah, but he’s busy at the moment, what did you need?~
Ichigo heard a loud muffled sound after her words, the scuffling becoming much more intense than it had previously been. It made Ichigo’s eyebrow rise in confusion, glancing at Kisuke who had stopped kissing his skin long enough to listen in on the conversation with a conniving smile. Something was up, as usual.
“I just wanted to let him know I’d be away this weekend…staying with Urahara-san,” Ichigo replied tentatively, narrowing his gaze towards the blonde who was now pushing his lips together to stifle his laughter. Ichigo would have questioned what was so hilarious, but there was suddenly a loud smacking sound on the phone, accompanied by Karin yelling at someone to stay still, that drew his attention. What the hell? He blinked stupidly at the phone, raising it back up to his ear almost fearfully.
~“Oh, okay! I’ll let him know after he…gets out.”~
“Gets out of what?”
~“You know…ropes. Bye Ichi-nii, have a good weekend!”~
With that the line went dead, Ichigo turning to Kisuke who was now sniggering outright, gray eyes twinkling gleefully. “Your doing?” Ichigo accused good-naturedly, waving the phone around a bit as he tried to keep a smile from splitting his face. It was no use though. Eventually he just gave up and let himself grin anyway, imagining his father hog-tied and lying under the kitchen table with a gag in his mouth.
“Hmmm…I wonder?” Kisuke responded with a pale raised eyebrow.
Kisuke shook his head amusedly as Ichigo put the phone down on the table, brown eyes looking at him expectantly. What…did he think they were going to do it now? They hadn’t even eaten dinner yet! Of course the temptation was there to simply grab Ichigo by that gorgeous hair, throw him down on the tatami mats, and proceed to make him scream for hours…but he wasn’t going to do that. Nope. Urahara Kisuke was a man of (at least some) class, and he wasn’t going to indulge in all that soft tan skin until the moment was absolutely right. That and they wouldn’t have much energy if they didn’t eat at least a little something.
A little practicality was definitely in order.
“How about some dinner?” he stood up and smiled, looking down at the younger man who gave him a disappointed and slightly insecure frown in return. Understanding his bewilderment, Kisuke leaned over at the waist and tilted Ichigo’s chin upwards, brushing their lips together chastely. “We have all night Ichigo,” he murmured giving into temptation and nibbling at a plump bottom lip. “There’s no rush.”
A strange, unreadable sort of expression flickered through Ichigo’s eyes, his fingers intertwining uneasily in his lap, until his gaze began to soften with appreciation and he accepted the hand that Kisuke offered to help him stand up. Urahara’s judgment wasn’t so clouded with lust that he failed to notice the subtle shaking of Ichigo’s body, the nervousness that pulsed along his reiatsu in suffocating waves. There would be no point to making love to him now, his apprehension wouldn’t allow him to enjoy it…and Kisuke very much wanted Ichigo to enjoy each moment without being too afraid to move.
Speaking of moving, if they ever wanted to eat something he needed to get dinner started…
For unknown reasons, Ichigo had always liked watching Kisuke cook, and tonight was no exception. The younger man had eagerly jumped up to sit on the counter when he‘d started the meal, observing with interest as he threw ingredients into a large pot and turned up the heat. Somewhere between boil and simmer, Ichigo had abandoned his spot near the sink and wrapped arms around Kisuke’s waist, strong fingers pulling off his haori to throw into a chair across the room. His hat was removed shortly thereafter and joined the haori before soft lips buried themselves securely in the dip between his neck and shoulder. Ichigo seemed content to simply lay against his skin, his breathing slow and even against Urahara’s back, the whole scene between them taking on a picturesque feel.
“What are we having?” Ichigo began licking at his jugular vein, sending Kisuke’s pulse skyrocketing as a slightly rough tongue explored his skin. For his own sake, Urahara hoped that Ichigo stopped that sooner rather than later. Otherwise they’d burn the house down while he bent the teenager over the kitchen table. Homelessness would be bad. “Looks like soup.”
“That, my intrepid master of the obvious, is because it is soup,” he laughed, leaning away as Ichigo swatted at him playfully.
The sun was beginning to set, laying long shadows across the floor while they finished eating dinner. It had been spent almost exclusively in companionable silence, the only sounds their clinking glasses and the occasional small talk. Of course, there had been a few moments when Kisuke had been compelled to lean over the table and kiss at Ichigo’s lips, but for the most part they’d been content to dine in peace. It was nice…the younger man was calmer now, his reiatsu sedate and easygoing, leaning back on the soft pillow underneath him as he raised his hands above is head in an obviously satisfied stretch. Much to Kisuke’s delight, the motion exposed small patches of tight abdomen for his inspection, and he found himself leering at them far more than was absolutely necessary. But that belly belonged to him (along with the rest of that beautiful body) so he guessed it was all right to stare like the lecher he was.
“Tired already Kurosaki-kun?” he teased, pushing an empty tea cup at Ichigo before filling it with a strange, fruity tea he’d found a few weeks prior at an outdoor market.
“Nah.” Ichigo stretched out his legs under the table, toes barely touching at the tops of Kisuke‘s bent knees. “Just relaxed. This is nice. We never get to be alone.”
Oh yeah…they were alone. With no one expected to come home. With the house to themselves. With a clean set of sheets waiting for their arrival in the next room. Oh yeah.
“Mmmm,” he agreed, licking at his lips somewhat nervously. Well…wasn’t this strange. The atmosphere of the room was changing suddenly, like a thread had been woven between them and was being twisted into tighter and tighter knots the longer the seconds ticked on. Kisuke was, all at once, completely aware of Ichigo’s body across the table from his own. Each detail of the young man seemed somehow in hyper focus, everything from the way his breath momentarily caught in his tanned throat to the trembling of his long fingers as they swirled around the rim of his teacup were sharp and concentrated to Kisuke’s gaze. With one simple sentence the room’s dynamic had altered entirely, and he was left knowing that if he was going to make a move…that this would probably be a good time…
“So,” he started hesitantly, watching Ichigo’s head snap up nervously, his brown eyes a little dark, a little emotional. He’d felt the change too, that much was obvious. “What other classes are you attending this year other than the dreaded calculus?”
Ichigo laughed softly, taking a sip of his tea. “Boring shit. English, chemistry, kanji…physics…”
“Physics?” Kisuke interrupted, raising a pale eyebrow. He smelled an opportunity. “I will have you know that I am quite the expert on physics. I invented my own branch of it nearly a hundred years ago.”
“According to you, you’re the expert on everything,” Ichigo quipped back, crossing his arms with a small smirk. “So…go ahead…tell me about physics. I’m all ears.”
“Well,” Kisuke began, putting his finger up to his lips with a playful smile. He let his eyes sweep over Ichigo’s body deliberately, making sure the younger man knew he was being admired. It was lovely to see Ichigo’s breathing speed up in response, the first traces of understanding creeping into his amber gaze. This was going to be fun. “Seeing as how you’re a novice to the concept, I’ll start with the basics. One should always start with the fundamentals of any idea...or activity.”
“The basics, huh?” Ichigo grinned, leaning forward on his elbows to place his chin securely in his palm, the definition of coy seduction. There was a growing heat in those eyes now, the beginnings of desire sparking right below the surface as a small blush blossomed on his cheeks. He knew exactly what he was doing, of that much Urahara was sure.
“Mmmhmmm.” Kisuke was on the move now, rising up onto his hands and knees to crawl agonizingly slow around the table towards his prey, hair falling across his eyes as he surveyed his prize. At the same time Ichigo began rotating on his pillow, twisting his body until they were face to face, and Kisuke‘s line of sight was entirely filled with delicate brown eyes. It was a nice view. “And one of the first laws of physics is, of course, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Shall I demonstrate?”
“I’m pretty dense about these sorts of things.” Ichigo breathed a little unsteadily, leaning upwards until their mouths were nearly touching. The young man’s fingertips had found their way to the cleft of his upper lip, sliding against it in a way that made Kisuke‘s heart pound. “I think you’d better.”
“My pleasure.” Urahara grinned wickedly, dipping his head to run the tip of his nose from the bend of Ichigo’s neck all the way up to whisper in his ear. “For example, when I caress you like that, my action will cause you to arch your body into my touch. Perhaps you might even pull me closer.”
Without speaking Ichigo had done just that, fingers digging themselves into Kisuke’s hair and giving it a gentle tug. Enlivened, he instantly latched teeth onto the redhead’s earlobe, wanting to keep up their little game as long as possible before being swallowed whole by the desire bubbling in his veins. He didn’t know how long he was going to be able to last however. This was harder than it looked, and the tiny sighs and gasps coming from Ichigo’s perfect lips certainly weren’t aiding in his attempts to keep himself together.
“So when I grabbed your hair like that,” Ichigo grinned, the fingers of his free hand reaching out to dance up Kisuke’s thigh, setting nails into his pants. Gods! He could imagine those nails digging into the skin of his back, his thighs, his ass, anywhere…just as long as Ichigo would be touching him. “Your reaction was to bite at my ear?”
“Precisely,” came Urahara’s throaty reply.
“I think I get the idea,” Ichigo’s eyelashes fluttered against his tan cheeks, fanning against his skin as he closed his eyes. “So…if I were to turn my head towards you right now…you’d probably kiss me. Am I right?”
Kisuke’s mouth fell open, breath rushing out of his lungs in an excited stream to tease at the shell of Ichigo‘s ear. Those words. Those words completely did him in, smacked him in the proverbial face, set his thoughts on fire and threw away the water. This was it, no more playing, no more skirting around their mutual desire, no more games. He wanted Ichigo’s kiss, he wanted his impassioned sighs, he wanted that sweet pink tongue in his mouth where he could suck on it.
“Give me your lips Ichigo.”
The sound of Kisuke’s voice, rough and low, sent shivers up Ichigo’s spine, his emotions spiking sharply in his chest. Months of waiting and worrying and weighing the options vanished into thin air with the brush of the blonde’s scratchy chin against his cheek, the warm press of their bodies. Now that the moment was here, it seemed to be the simplest thing in the entire world to turn his head and let their mouths meet. Of course, that would depend on whether or not he could move. He felt as though his neck were a little frozen in place, and it seemed like half an eternity before he was looking up into the soft greenish-gray gaze staring patiently back down at him…
But eventually he got it right, tilting his head up as his eyelids came down, letting their mouths come together in a kiss that was probably as close to perfect as the two of them were going to get. They were both too clumsy to ever have one of those breathtaking romance novel kisses with their hair blowing in the wind and the sun setting in the distance. Then again, that sounded pretty retarded when he really thought about it.
And right now he really didn’t want to be thinking about anything other than how good this felt and how his skin was heating up under Urahara‘s fingers.
Ichigo had always been of the opinion that Kisuke’s lips had to be amongst the softest in the entire world, perfectly formed so that they melted against his own with flawless precision. Granted, he didn’t have a whole lot of experience with anyone else, but he didn’t need it to know that this was probably the best he was ever going to feel. Why would he want to give it up for someone else? There was a bouncing electricity where their lips met, an instant fire that set every neuron in his body alight. No one else could ever come close; of that he was entirely sure.
He rose up on his knees, hands reaching down around Kisuke’s neck to clench in the hair at the base of his scalp, pulling the taller body higher against him. In response, long arms reached around his waist, running up the back of his t-shirt before splayed fingers trailed back down, massaging each muscle in his spine as they did. Ichigo’s reaction was instant, hands coming around to cup at Urahara’s face and deepen the kiss, opening his mouth to allow the older man’s tongue entrance. Even if they did this a million times it would never be enough, Ichigo would always be craving for it. If Kisuke had been a drug, surely he would have been an addict by now.
“Kisuke?” He opened his eyes and felt his brow come together. The question, though unspoken, was obvious. Was this it? Were they finally going to push past the barriers that had been holding them back all this time? No interruptions? Nothing to stop them? He probably would have killed someone if they’d come to the door right now, either that or simply had sex with them right at the door, inhibitions be damned
“No, we‘re not going to be disturbed tonight.” Kisuke laughed softly, pushing Ichigo’s hair back from his eyes with a playful wink. “Not unless you pass out or something.”
“You think you’re that good?” Ichigo leaned in, running the tip of his tongue along Urahara’s bottom lip, grinning when the older man inhaled sharply.
“I know so.”
“Well, like I said…I’m pretty dense. I’m gonna need a demonstration.”
Before he could say anything else he’d been dragged somewhat roughly to his feet, large hands cupping at his ass as he was steered in the direction of Kisuke’s bedroom. Their mouths met again somewhere in the hall, more heat this time, more tongues sliding somewhat desperately against one another. It was starting to get more painful to keep his legs together, the pleasurable pressure building so that he barely noticed when his shoulder blades scraped roughly against the outside of the bedroom door. It was nothing to him at this point; all he cared about was Kisuke’s tongue teasing at the roof of his mouth, the quivering contractions of his abdomen, and the fingers that teased across the dip of his lower back to run into the waistband of his jeans.
Since Ichigo was the one closer to the door, he reached backward and slid the screen open, practically falling on his butt when Kisuke pushed him into the room. “A little overeager there aren’t we?” he said between their lips, biting down gently on the older man’s tongue before leaning away a few inches to smile up at him.
“If you saw how sexy you are right now,” Kisuke purred into his ear, nuzzling at it in a way that made Ichigo cling to the green shirt in front of him, the fabric pulling apart under his urging so he could run fingertips along Urahara’s chest. “You wouldn’t ask such stupid questions.”
The laughter that sprang up from Ichigo’s mouth surprised even himself, a throaty sound full of dark promises that he wasn’t entirely sure he could fulfill. But as he was pushed back to sit on the futon, a delicate cherry wood stand with a fluffy mattress, he decided he would give it his best shot and see what became of it. After all, he wasn’t the only one who’d been dying for this moment, the man in front of him, gray eyes dark like storms in May, had also been waiting. Ichigo didn’t think he could do anything to disappoint Kisuke tonight, which in turn gave him the confidence to simply let himself go.
The remnants of sunlight had almost faded completely from the sky, leaving the unlit bedroom cast in shadow and random streaks of illumination from a nearby streetlamp. Ichigo’s eyes narrowed to catch what he could, but he soon found his eyebrows coming together in frustration. This wasn’t going to work, much to his disappointment. He was still a little unsure of himself, and the thought of doing this in relative darkness had been appealing. Unfortunately however, it seemed that his insecurities were going to have to be pushed to the side, and with a steadying breath he reached over to the bedside table to turn on the lamp. Instantly the room was awash in soft yellow light, clinging to Kisuke’s pale skin like liquid gold, leaving it almost glowing. Or that could have just been Ichigo’s imagination. Either way it looked damn appealing. “I’m surprised you don’t have any candles.” He leaned back on his elbows, raising a playful eyebrow before spreading his legs in invitation. “I thought this was supposed to be romantic.”
“I have some, they’re just not lit. We’ll do that next time.”
With that Kisuke took a few steps away, turning around so that his back was to Ichigo and glanced over his shoulder with a shy smile. Shy? Kisuke? Amazing that the man could even pull it off! The motion was coy, but began to turn decidedly dirty when Kisuke started rolling his shoulders, letting his samue top fall to the floor in a forest green puddle. Wait…was Ichigo being given his first strip show?! His breaths began to come more shallowly as inch-by-inch Urahara’s strong back was exposed, licking at his dry lips in an attempt to calm his raging nerves. Gorgeous. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the expanse of skin, the delicate lines of the older man’s shoulder’s, the way his spine was almost perfectly straight…he could see why people paid for this sort of thing. It was a shame he didn’t have any money on him, because the way Kisuke was putting on a show was probably the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
“Should,” he swallowed, trying desperately to control the tremble in his voice. “Should I be putting some money down your pants?”
“They won’t be on long enough for you to worry about it.” Kisuke came back towards the bed, pressing their mouths together and scooting Ichigo up towards the pillows. The older man had always had too many pillows, but Ichigo was grateful for them this time as he sunk down into their depths with the force of Kisuke’s kiss. Growing desperate for unimpeded contact, Ichigo’s fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, intent on pulling it off so that he could feel the blonde‘s skin against his own. He’d barely gotten it up two inches when long fingers on his wrist stopped him short, pushing his hands back onto the bed beside the pillows.
Onto Passionfruit Part II!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Cherry!
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Date: 2008-10-17 09:27 am (UTC)I kept envisioning them together, Urahara cooking dinner and Ichigo following him around-- That was my favorite part. ^___^