Coming to Terms...--Part 2: ...with your Sexuality--Chapter 3
Title: Coming to Terms...
Part: 2--...with your Sexuality
Chapter: 3/3
Characters/Pairings: Ichigo/Uryuu
Rating: K+
Summary: Ichigo comes over and helps Uryuu sort out his problems.
Disclaimer: I don't own this show (dammit!)
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( Part 1: ...with the Confession )
( Part 2, Chapter 1 )
( Part 2, Chapter 2 )
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The next day, Ichigo came over to Uryuu's apartment. Uryuu had offered Ichigo some tea and asked him to sit down and make himself comfortable. Ichigo agreed to tea and sat down on one of the island's barstools, staring at Uryuu as he made the tea.
Uryuu hadn't heard Ichigo get up and cross over to him. He had felt his aura, but assumed it was just the nature of Ichigo's spirit energy at work; it coming out in waves, like crappy television reception, until it finally fills the area Ichigo is occupying. Uryuu didn't think Ichigo had moved until he felt two hands lay against his upper arms and felt the touch of Ichigo's wonderful lips against the back of his head.
Uryuu's instinct was to relax into the warm body behind him. He stopped himself before he did, though. Instead, Uryuu stood where he was, allowing Ichigo to rub his hand up and down Uryuu's arms, nuzzling and laying simple kisses against his head.
"Ichigo" Uryuu said.
"Yes?"
Uryuu's eyes focused on their reflection in the teapot. "When did you start liking boys?"
Ichigo stopped rubbing Uryuu's shoulders. He moved his head so that it was now sitting on Ichigo's shoulder. He met Uryuu's eyes in the teapot. "What?"
"When did you start liking boys?" Uryuu repeated.
Ichigo shrugged. "I don't like boys."
Uryuu didn't know whether he should feel insulted or throw the dictionary at Ichigo and instruct him to open the page with the Post-It notes. "What do you mean you don't like boys?"
"I mean I don't like boys."
Uryuu closed his eyes. "Ichigo, I'm a boy."
"Yeah, I know."
"Well, since you like me, that means you like boys."
Ichigo shook his head. "I don't like boys."
Uryuu rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You're not making sense."
Ichigo pulled away. Uryuu turned around and looked at Ichigo, he was leaning against the island nose, one leg crossed over the other, a finger scratching the inside of his left ear. "You're the one that's not making sense."
Uryuu crossed his arms. "How am I not making sense?" he asked calmly, successfully hiding the frustration that was boiling inside him. "You're the one saying that you don't like boys to the boy you are currently seeing."
"You're not making sense because you're asking questions that I've already answered." Ichigo sighed and crossed his arms. "Geez...and I thought you were smart."
The corner of Uryuu's eyebrow twitched. "Would you mind explaining why you can like me but not like boys?"
"You just said it: I like you, but I don't like boys." Noticing the frustration that Uryuu's twitching eyebrow was relating, Ichigo continued. "I'm not attracted to boys. I'm not even attracted to girls. I'm attracted to you and only you. That doesn't mean I like all boys. It means that I'm attracted to a person who just so happens to be a boy."
As much as Uryuu tried to keep it off his face, the shock nestled itself into his expression. "That doesn't make any sense."
"Does it have to?" Ichigo asked with a shrug.
"It should."
"Well, it doesn't, so that's that." Ichigo scratched the back of his head. He stopped, as if thinking. Then, he looked up, curiosity evident. "Why'd you ask, anyway?"
Uryuu's face looked to the ground. "Why do you have to know?"
"You're my boyfriend, Uryuu." Ichigo's fingertips adjusted Uryuu's head, so that they were looking straight into each other's eyes. "I have as much a right to know what's bothering you as you have to know what's up with my sexuality."
Uryuu's eyes darted to the side. "I don't want to talk about it."
Ichigo's thumb stroaked his cheek. "It would make me happy if you did."
Uryuu deadpanned, "That's not convincing."
Ichigo's hands fell to Uryuu's hips and pulled him close, so that they were flush against each other. Uryuu blinked, eyes staring into Ichigo's. That warm twisty feeling spread from Uryuu's gut as those eyes of Ichigo's stared into his. Those passionate eyes. Uryuu could feel the creases in Ichigo's brow. "Uryuu," Ichigo said, "do you like me?"
Uryuu nodded, eyes not leaving Ichigo's.
"Do you like me a lot?"
Again, Uryuu nodded.
"Then what's the problem?"
Uryuu wanted to tell him that it was wrong for two boys to like each other like this. They would be shunned from school, their friends, their family, society...everything. Their names would be said with disgrace. They would have to watch out not only for Hollows, but also for homophobics who wanted nothing more than to scare then straight. Or worse.
There were so many things, so many problems, that Uryuu could list off.
But Ichigo was kissing Uryuu again, and those problems fell to the back of Uryuu's mind.
Ichigo's hand brushed against Uryuu's cheek as he pulled far enough away to whisper to him. "You don't have to worry, Uryuu. I'll make sure no one hurts you." No one, Ichigo thought as he held Uryuu close to him.