Birthday fic for figaro - Kisuke/Ichigo: In sickness and in health
Title: In sickness and in health
Pairing:Kisuke/Ichigo
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: pervert ahead, also boylove;
Words: 1,724
Dedication: To figaro_figaro as a late birthday present with lots of love.
Summary: Being sick sucked. Especially if it meant that your perverted lover could have his way with you and you didn’t have enough energy to put a fight.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any of the characters.
AN: I’m sorry it took so long for me to get back to this pairing. After a bit more than a year I’ve finally got around to working on this piece (though the notes I made back then proved to be useless ^^;;). I hope I’ll be able to spoil you with more Kiichi goodness soon!~
More in the Cuddling Time series.
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Ichigo growled and kicked the covers off of himself angrily bunching them up at the foot of the bed and scowled even deeper. The room was all too warm, the air stuffy and stagnant since the window has been left closed for far too long.
He felt altogether uncomfortable with his T-shirt clinging to his sweaty skin. He couldn’t feel it himself, with the way his breathing was limited by his cold, but he’d bet his shinigami badge that he smelled and was in a desperate need of a shower.
The way thing’s were though, he felt too weak to stand up straight let alone bathe and since he used the lasts of his strength on kicking the idea of a shared bath out of his father’s head he had to settle for stinking until he felt better again. There was just no way he’d let his sisters clean him.
Of course there was someone else who’d be more than happy to get his hands oh his body, but Ichigo refused to give me that chance. Not when he felt this vulnerable.
To his utmost displeasure he was stuck in bed for more than two days now. Quite obviously, the first day of being confined to bed felt good. He could finally catch up on the hours of sleep he lost due to school and his Substitute Shinigami duties that his crazy life consisted of.
But sleeping got boring after half a day. So did watching TV and reading. Even staring at the white ceiling for nothing else to do got on his nerves now.
For a moment he regretted that he threw Kon out through the window on the first day of his sickness demanding peace and quiet. The lion plushie must have been going around town mopping and cursing Ichigo for mistreating him.
Something itched in the back of his throat and Ichigo doubled up into a sitting position coughing heavily into his hand until the fit subsided. Tiredly he slumped back on the pillow and wiped the water that was forced out by the strength of his fit with his sleeve.
On a second thought, he didn’t feel like having any visitors right now. He rolled to his side, back facing the room, and closed his eyes with a sigh. Maybe another nap would help him get back on his feet sooner.
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Clank, clank, clank.
The noise rose Ichigo up from his slumber. He blinked a couple of times momentary disoriented only locating the source of the sound after another “clank”.
Perched on the windowsill and knocking on the windowpane with his cane was Urahara, the perverted shopkeeper that also went by as his lover. The blonde, aside from his trademark striped hat, wore a smile that he’d most probably call charming. Ichigo called it sly suspecting that Kisuke found a new way to annoy him.
Geta-boushi waved hello to the teenager and gestured asking the boy to open the window. Before making a decision whether he wanted the crazy scientist’s company or not, Ichigo glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock standing on his desk. The clock read 1 p.m. meaning that neither his sisters, nor his karate-fiend father were in hearing range in case Ichigo needed help in getting Ichigo out of harms way. Harm being Urahara of course.
On the other hand though, maybe today his lover would hold back in his perverted ways and actually act like a caring lover should. But wasn’t that asking for too much?
Ichigo looked back at the mad hatter and sighed. Fine.
“It’s open.”
In an afterthought, he should have known better.
Kisuke slid the window open and let himself in landing gracefully on the floor.
“Good afternoon, Ichigo. How are you feeling?” The shopkeeper said in a singsong voice as he propped Benihime against the wall.
Ichigo eyed him warily expecting him to pounce any minute. “What do you want?”
“I heard from Yuzu-chan that you’re sick,” Urahara answered the query not the slightest thrown off by the boy’s rude welcome. “So I came to see how you’re doing. I was certain that you’d be quite bored by now and might use some entertainment.”
“Said entertainment being you?” The orange head watched his lover push away the bunched covers and sit at the foot of the bed.
“Why of course. You must know that I’m familiar with a lot of ways to relieve boredom.”
The teenager snorted.
“I could bet that more than half of them involve sex.”
“Actually only 49% of them.” Kisuke winked at him.
Ichigo barely suppressed a smile from forming on his lips. Bastard shouldn’t know that his corrupt ways were rubbing off on him. Not now when he could easily use the knowledge against him at least.
“That’s a surprise. I’d think that since your pants do most of the thinking you’d have more perverted ways in your store.” He couldn’t help but tease.
“Ichigo, you wound me. You should know better than that.” Urahara said in a hurt tone of voice, that was 100% fake.
“It’s because I know you that I claim that.” He threw knowing pretty well that the blonde actually prided himself in his knowledge about sex and anything related to it. More than once he fell victim to the scientist trying the knowledge out on him. “Anyways, you saw me and I’m fine. You can go now.”
“Aw, don’t be like that. After all I’m serving entertainment.”
“Are you hiding from Yoruichi-san again?”
After the Winter War ended and the cat woman was granted pardon (Shinji and the gang as well, together with Kisuke and his ‘employees’ - not all of them took the offer though) she resumed her position as the captain of the 2nd squad. The stubborn and stuck-up woman, Soi Fon, quite obviously remained in the squad as her lieutenant. Ever since then Yoruichi made frequent visits to the Shoten to share stories with her old friend of just how cute her little hornet was. And how flexible.
Little to say, even Urahara got tired of the tirades.
“What can I say, there are things I don’t want to know about my long-time friends.”
“That’s a first.” Ichigo laughed. It was a bad thing to do though. His laugh soon enough turned to coughing and he curled up on his side exhaling abruptly. Kisuke was next to him in a flash, rubbing his back soothingly and offering passing him a glass of water that had been left on the table just in case when the fit subsided.
Ichigo lifted himself on one arm and took the glass gratefully taking a few sips to pacify his abused throat even if just a bit.
“Better?” Questioned the blonde after he put the drink back on the desk, his other hand still rubbing the boy’s back.
“Yeah, thanks.” He answered hoarsely and flopped down on the bed and to his back making the shopkeeper retreat his hand.
Urahara didn’t back away completely though. Instead, he placed his hand at Ichigo’s side hovering above him.
“Whatever your dirty mind is thinking of tell it to stop.” The substitute shinigami warned.
“But I haven’t touched you in so long. You can’t really expect me to let you off the hook without even a kiss.”
Yeah, he should have known the blonde would use the occasion.
“It’s been only three days. You can live through three more without one.”
The look on Urahara’s face when he said that was comical. His eyes open up wide, lips parting and closing much like a fish trying to catch air. It spelled disbelief and scandal all over. He wanted to laugh at him again, but his throat protested loudly.
“You don’t mean that!”
“I’m sick, moron. You’ll catch it from me if you dare molest me.” He tried to reason with the pervert. As if that would ever work.
“One kiss won’t make me sick.” The man protested and promptly leaned in.
Ichigo’s arms instantly shot up and pushed at his lover’s shoulders to keep him at distance. “Get away, idiot.” He tried, but his body was too weak to prevent the blonde from getting closer.
“If I catch your cold you’ll get to take care of me.~” Kisuke grinned before silencing any further words of protest from spilling out of Ichigo’s mouth.
The kiss was slow at first, the blonde moving his mouth leisurely over the teenager’s drinking in the muffled sounds that the boy produced in his weak attempts to get the older man to stop. Pretty soon the heat escalated and the press of lips grew insistent leaving Ichigo with nothing else left to do but kiss back.
When Urahara nipped and sucked on his lower lip the orange head couldn’t quite remember why he opposed to the kiss in the first place.
From there it was easy for the shopkeeper to pry his mouth open and explore his mouth with that wickedly skilled tongue of his. Ichigo had to admit that he too missed the taste of his lover, that strangely sweet flavor that was too intoxicating for his good.
All too soon Kisuke broke the kiss and moved his mouth south as the boy gasped for air. He gave the slender neck a long lick that caused shivers to run down Ichigo’s spine. The blonde ceased his naughty ministrations for a moment and nuzzled the column of the orange head’s throat with his nose inhaling deeply… only to lean back a second later.
“I’m sorry to say this, Ichigo, but when was the last time you took a shower? You don’t smell… well, appetizing.”
To that Ichigo had to laugh even if only slightly. He smiled in triumph at his lover, though only partly happy that there would be no follow-through.
“Forgive me, you perverted shopkeeper, but I didn’t really have enough strength to take a bath by myself.” He said. Only after Urahara grinned did he realize that maybe he shouldn’t have said that. “Don’t you even dare, bastard.”
But it was too late. Kisuke had him in his arms and was carrying him in the direction of the bathroom barely a minute later undeterred by Ichigo’s weak flailing.
Give the bastard a finger and he’ll take the whole hand. Give him a kiss and he’ll devour you whole.