UraIshi AU Ch.10
Title: Unravelling Threads of Fate
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: UraIshi
Summary: AU. Ishida has had a hard life. With the help of some friends, it finally looks like things are going to work out. When he meets a bizarre and cheerful man named Urahara Kisuke, the two are inexplicably drawn to each other. But when Ishida discovers the truth about Urahara's past and its ties to his own, difficulties arise.
Notes: I keep on forgetting to thank kirstian for her quick beta-read every time. XD You rock.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius KT. ♥
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
A/N: Erm. *cough* Please note the chapter rating. :D If you wish to read a smut-less version, you can head on over to the ff.net version here! If you decide to stay and read... um, enjoy? XD
“Put that down, old man!”
“Hoho, nonsense, Ichigo~! Let’s have a contest to see who can carry the most boxes!”
Ishida idly watched as Isshin stacked up the boxes before him. Before the doctor could attempt to lift them all, he was tackled from the side by his son who started to grapple with him.
“You idiot! You’re going to break something!”
“It pains me that you lack faith in daddy!”
They were currently outside the Kuchiki residence, loading up Rukia’s packed boxes into a rented truck. Ichigo’s things had been piled into it a few hours earlier in a surprisingly short amount of time, despite Isshin draping himself over the boxes as he cried.
“That’s the last one~” Orihime announced, shutting the back of the truck. She and Ishida had volunteered to help with the moving; they were promised dinner for their efforts.
“Oi, Rukia, let’s get going.” Ichigo rubbed his shoulder as he stepped towards the truck, as Isshin had twisted it behind his back in response to the tackle. His scowl softened when he saw her standing before her brother.
Although he had relented and helped support her career, even though she stayed with Ichigo, things had become distant between Byakuya and Rukia. Of course, that was assuming they had been close to begin with, which wasn’t the case. Their entire family had never been outspoken about their emotions but her relationship with Ichigo put a strain on what little connection she had had with her brother. Rukia often wondered if he would ever accept the choices she had made.
“I guess that’s it then,” she said softly, eyes averted to the ground. “Do feel free to visit, big brother.”
When there was no reply, Rukia sighed and turned to go.
“…take care, Rukia.”
With a tiny smile, she spun back around to hug him impulsively. Slowly, Byakuya placed a hand on her head, his features unreadable but gentle.
“I’ll make sure she’s happy, Kuchiki-san,” Ichigo said, a determined look on his face.
“…hn.”
Piling into the truck, they left for the new apartment with Rukia waving enthusiastically at her brother as they drove off. It was early in the afternoon but they still had a lot of work ahead of them - basic furniture and appliances were already set up but required rearranging, not to mention all the boxes that needed to be unloaded.
The apartment was a decent size and cozy, perfect for a young couple. By the time everything had been brought out of the truck and most things unpacked into their proper places, the sun had been set for hours. They opted to order in pizza and while Rukia listed off their requests into the phone, the others made themselves comfortable around the small couch.
“…Ichigo.”
“What do you want, old man?” Ichigo replied with a sigh.
“Now that you’re going to be living with a girl, I think it’s time I told you about the birds and the bees,” Isshin stated seriously. “You see - ACK!”
“Shut up!”
“But how will you become a man if you don’t know?”
“Shut up!!”
Ishida and Orihime simply watched as a red-faced Ichigo punched his father over the back of the couch.
The pizza arrived and they ate with a radio providing some quiet dinner music. Picking up a stray pineapple from the open pizza box, Rukia settled her thoughtful gaze on Ishida.
“So, tomorrow we’re helping you move in with Urahara-san, right?”
“Yes,” he replied with a smile.
“They’re all leaving! I’m going to be so lonely - GACK!” Isshin was abruptly silenced by the dull clunk of a pop can hurled at his head.
Rukia grinned brightly at him. “Are you excited?”
“Of course, but a little nervous too.”
“That’s only natural. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll love it.”
The next morning had the truck loaded with Ishida’s things and they set off for the hotel. He had very few possessions so it only took a short time to do so, although Ishida insisted upon carrying one small box personally letting no one see what was inside. Isshin had to go in for work at the hospital, so he helped unload the boxes before heading off. It turned out that the extra help from Ichigo, Rukia and Orihime wasn’t needed as Urahara had sent a few bellboys to carry everything up. Crowding into an elevator, they rode up together and were greeted at the top by the hat-wearing man himself, who waved them inside.
“Come in! Come in! Make yourselves comfortable!” Urahara smiled, stepping over to Ishida as the others went to explore inside. “Hello, Uryuu~”
“Hello, Kisuke.” He smiled back as a light kiss was pressed to his lips in greeting.
They followed after the bellboys, thanking them as Ishida’s things were deposited inside the suite. When Ichigo, Rukia and Orihime finally settled down onto the living room couches, they walked over together. As they stood before them, Ishida couldn’t help but notice how Urahara’s hand moved to rest against the small of his back. It felt so natural that he couldn’t stop a small smile from touching his lips.
“Hey, Ishida-san, I’m beginning to think I moved in with the wrong person,” Rukia remarked teasingly, lounging back on the couch. At Ichigo’s scowl, she rolled her eyes and sat up to pinch his cheeks. “Silly, Ichigo. You know I don’t mean that.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He bat away her hands in annoyance. “Stop it! I hate it when people do that.”
Laughing, Rukia leaned over to pinch them again.
“This place is so big~” Orihime observed in an awed tone, “I think a hundred of my apartments could fit in here!”
Ishida shook his head in amusement. “Maybe not quite that many, Inoue-san.”
“It’s a good idea for you to move in though, Ishida-san! Urahara-san must be lonely to have so much space and no one to share it with,” she replied, smiling brightly.
“I agree,” Urahara cut in, nodding at her with a grin. “It’s a very good idea.”
It was late when they all left, after being treated to a dinner brought up by room-service. Ishida waved at them as the elevator doors closed and stepped back into the penthouse suite with a quiet sigh. Closing the door after him, he leaned back against it, eyes glancing upwards to meet with Urahara’s.
Strange how I can feel so nervous. I’ve been alone with him a countless number of times and yet… it’s so different. Ishida switched his gaze to stare at the floor, fidgeting with his hands. It’s knowing that neither one of us will leave at the end of the evening. Knowing that I’m actually living with him now.
His eyes flew back up when a hand touched his chin gently, tilting his head upwards.
…knowing that he’ll always be near me like this.
“Uryuu~” Urahara cooed, stroking a cheek with his thumb. “You’re so tense. That simply won’t do.”
“It wha-?!” Ishida abruptly stopped talking as he was picked up and carried over to the living room. “Kisuke, what are you - gah!”
Grinning down at the form sprawled on the couch, Urahara tapped his chin contemplatively. “Now, what could I do to loosen you up? How about… tickling?”
The boy’s eyes widened and he started to sit up with a sound of protest when the older man’s fingers descended upon him. Straining against them, he started to laugh, pushing helplessly at the hands attacking him. The sound of his laughter caused Urahara to stop and sit back with a thoughtful expression.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a reason to.”
Smiling, he leaned forward to kiss Ishida softly. “Well, how about we find out what else can make you laugh?”
“Ah, wait! I just remembered something!” The boy abruptly climbed to his feet, effectively escaping any further torture, and picked up the box he had left by the doorway. Holding it out to Urahara, he flushed. “It’s… well, think of it as a sort of housewarming gift. Er, even though that doesn’t make any sense.”
Urahara opened the flaps of the small box, curiosity written on his face. When he saw what was inside, he smiled tenderly, reaching in to pull out one of the strings. “Uryuu, you finished your cranes?”
Ishida nodded, adjusting his glasses in embarrassment. “I thought we could hang all of them somewhere. I’ve already made my wish - I-I can tell you if you want to know…”
“No, no,” The older man moved to kiss him on the forehead affectionately. “Haven’t you seen Cinderella? Your wish won’t come true if you tell someone. Now, let’s find somewhere to put these.”
The young designer smiled brightly at him, pulling out a string of cranes of his own as the two searched for a place to hang them all.
~~~
Ryuuken pushed back from his desk, standing to gaze out of his office window. He had been working for approximately four months now. It was a demanding job but putting order to chaos and arranging things how he wanted them was exactly what he liked. It left him with a sense of satisfaction.
He often traveled to the other floors of the hospital, checking in on the occasional patient but mostly just to observe the other doctors. If they were to work in his hospital, they would do it right. Ignoring any warnings given to them was perfectly fine; it would be easy to find another doctor to replace them.
Turning to exit his office, Ryuuken felt that perhaps he should do one of his rounds right now. He nodded at his secretary and boarded the elevator, heading for the ground floor so that he could work his way up. It wasn’t until he reached the sixth floor that something caught his attention. Crowded around the nurse’s station, a group of doctors chatted amongst themselves. Not something that would merit a warning but as a piece of the conversation drifted to his ears, he walked over as quickly as possible.
“…they both moved out about a month ago.”
“Yeah? How does it feel to have the house so empty?”
“It’s horrible~ I can’t even bear to think of the day my two daughters decide to leave.”
“You’re so overdramatic, Kurosaki. Well, as long as they’re all happy, right?”
“Yes, that’s true. Ichigo’s happy and the other boy, Ishida, I’ve never seen him happier,” Isshin chuckled. “To think he moved in with my old roommate. That boy had better watch himself, Kisuke can be a handful. I remember when - oh, hello, Ishida-san, do you need something?”
Ryuuken stared at the doctor before him coolly, though he felt the urge to grab him by his collar and demand information. “You spoke of a boy - Ishida. What was his first name?”
“Oh, it’s ‘Uryuu’. Why? Is he a relative of yours? You do look an awful lot alike.”
“He’s my son.”
Isshin blinked then scratched at his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah, that would explain it too. I wonder where you’ve been these past three years though, leaving your son on his own without any help.”
“That is none of your business,” Ryuuken replied, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “I would like to confirm something. You say he has moved in with this ‘Kisuke’. You’re not speaking of ‘Urahara Kisuke’, are you?”
“That exact one. Your son’s boyfriend, actually. Why?”
Boyfriend? Giving into the compulsion, he yanked Isshin forward, eyes remaining cold. “Tell me where my son is.”
~~~
Early November came along with a drop in the temperature and a promise of rain. It was Ishida’s birthday that day. Luckily, the evening for the celebration seemed kind enough to postpone any falling moisture for a later date. There was a nip in the air but it was nothing that a warm coat couldn’t oppose.
He had woken up to a pleasant kiss and breakfast in bed from Urahara. It was strange how easily he had fallen into complete comfort at living in the same place with the older man. Ishida couldn’t recall ever sleeping so well or feeling such joy from arriving home.
Home.
That was another thing he often thought about. Three years living in the Kurosaki household and he had never considered it ‘home’; only a month with Urahara and he couldn’t imagine naming it anything else. Whether it was having someone greet him at the door with a bright grin and kiss, or the way his few possessions had found their own niches throughout the suite, Ishida knew he was in a place he could truly call home.
Sleeping in the same bed wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it would be either. The morning after their evening in his room at the Kurosaki residence, he woke curled up in Urahara’s arms, feeling remarkably calm and safe.
Of course, thinking about that only reminded him of the heart-pounding encounter that had happened before they went to sleep. Since that night, Urahara stayed true to his word and never pushed him to the point where he became uncomfortable. That didn’t stop him from giving the occasional fleeting caress and heated kiss that hinted of things Ishida knew nothing about - though now, he wished he did.
It all seemed very familiar to Ishida, these teasing glimpses that left him craving for more. When he finally figured out the connection, the young designer knew he would have to let Urahara know that he was ready - ready for something more in their relationship. Just like their first kiss, he would have to set things in motion.
Unfortunately, any sign he might have wanted to give to Urahara would have to wait for the evening, when they all met up for dinner. The older man had stated that he had a few things to do before then and had left with a mysterious grin. So Ishida was left to sit through his workday wondering what his boyfriend was up to and how to let him know that he wanted… well, that.
His problem appeared to become less difficult after Rukia stopped by his desk with a birthday greeting.
“Happy birthday, Ishida-san!”
“Thank you, Kuchiki-san,” Ishida replied with a distracted smile, still contemplating what he would say to Urahara.
“What are you thinking about?” Rukia asked, peering at him carefully.
“Ah, nothing! Nothing at all, I just-”
“You want some action, don’t you?”
His face flushing a dark red, Ishida sputtered, “K-Kuchiki-san!”
“Oh, please,” she muttered, leaning forward to tap him on the nose. “It’s written all over your face - if anyone looked you in the eye, they could see it. So, what does Urahara-san think about this?”
“…he doesn’t know yet.”
“Ooh, hoping for a special birthday evening then?” She grinned, nudging him in the shoulder.
“M-maybe,” Ishida adjusted his glasses nervously. “I don’t know how to tell him though.”
“Well, like I said, anyone could tell if they looked at you carefully enough. So just catch his eye,” Rukia smirked and turned to leave. “I’m sure he’ll know what you want.”
When they were all finally seated at the restaurant, Ishida avoided eye contact with anyone, worried they would see exactly what Rukia had. He really didn’t need that sort of embarrassment. Urahara arrived soon afterwards, giving the birthday boy a warm kiss in greeting. As the dinner progressed, Ishida started to fidget nervously, darting glances at the older man seated beside him. By the time dessert had been cleared off the table, his stomach was full of butterflies and he wanted to throw something at Rukia for the “meaningful” looks she had been sending him all evening. He was somewhat relieved and filled with anticipation when Urahara stood and ushered him to his feet.
“I’m sorry to cut this evening short but I still need to give Ishida his present.” The man grinned and waved at the other table members. “I’ll be seeing you all another time, I’m sure.”
“Thank you for coming, everyone.” Ishida turned pink as Rukia winked at him while he and Urahara left the table. The last thing he could see was the tiny, dark-haired designer grinning as Ichigo and Orihime turned to her in confusion.
~~~
“Where are we going?” Ishida asked quietly, watching road names flash by his window as they sped down the road.
“You’ll see.”
Knowing that Urahara could be flawlessly secretive when he wanted to be, he settled back in his seat, recognizing a few stores he had visited in the past. They soon came to a stop in front of an old building that sat on the corner of two streets. Darting out of Benihime before Ishida could say anything, Urahara opened the passenger side door and held out a hand.
“Come see,” he grinned, eyes bright in excitement. Curiosity overpowering his nervousness for the moment, Ishida let himself be helped out of the convertible. He was led to the front door of the building and handed a small box.
“Open it!”
Blinking, the boy lifted the lid off the box and stared at the key that lay inside. “What is it for?”
“Your very own studio.”
“My… what?”
Stepping towards the old building, Urahara pat the doorway firmly. “This building here is going to be your studio. Of course, it’s going to be completely renovated so it won’t be finished for at least three or four months.”
Ishida stared at him, hand gripping the key as his heart beat almost painfully in his chest. The older man turned to smile at him gently.
“Happy birthday, Uryuu. I hope you like it.”
This man truly cared for him, loved him. And Ishida loved him back with all his heart and soul. If there was any doubt in his mind about his desire for more in their relationship, it was gone.
Flinging himself forward, he kissed Urahara hard, passionately, desperately. He wanted to be closer - to be as close as possible to this man who changed his life completely. When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Urahara stared at him, almost in awe.
“Uryuu, what-” He fell silent as blue eyes met grey and an understanding passed between them.
“Kisuke, take me home.”
The drive back to the hotel was silent, Ishida still nervous but buzzing underneath with excitement. When they finally walked into the suite, he made his way to the bedroom, leaving the lights off and turning on the fireplace with the flick of a switch. As he straightened, he could hear the soft click of the door and inhaled a shaky breath.
Urahara stepped up silently behind him, hands circling around to unbutton his suit jacket. Removing the article of clothing, it was tossed onto one of the couches, arms wrapping back around him. Lips descended onto the pale neck as fingers slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt, hot kisses trailing across a shoulder as the clothing was pulled back to bare the unblemished skin. Ishida closed his eyes at the sensation, his heart racing when the shirt was pulled away from his body and dropped on top of his jacket. He shivered as the fingers returned to trace lightly down his arms.
Turning to gaze up at Urahara, he lifted his hands to undo the older man’s tie and shirt - it seemed he had discarded his jacket before coming into the bedroom. He fumbled a little - he had never liked buttons - but eventually managed to get the shirt open. Sliding it off, Ishida let his hands trail back up the stomach and chest revealed before him, breathing in slowly at the feel of hot skin beneath his palms. He reached up to tip the hat off, entangling fingers in soft pale hair and drawing down the man’s head to press their lips together in a slow, heavy kiss.
Breaking away gently, Urahara began to kiss his way downwards, mouth settling onto the beating pulse at Ishida’s throat, just like before. He pressed his tongue against it, sucking lightly, causing Ishida to gasp and tighten his fingers in the blond hair. Not wanting to leave a blemish, Urahara placed a soothing kiss on the pink skin before moving on, his hands shifting to rest on slender hips. He kissed all the way down until he crouched in front of the boy, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the pants. Glancing up, his eyes held a question.
Ishida gazed back at him, chest rising and falling quickly. Am I sure? … yes. He nodded slightly, tracing a shaking hand over a rough cheekbone.
Grasping the hand, Urahara kissed it reassuringly before undoing Ishida’s pants, carefully sliding them over the pale hips. Ishida flushed as he was bared to the world but quickly forgot with a heavy swallow when he felt a rough tongue slide down his length. A low moan tore out of him when he was suddenly engulfed in searing heat, his hands reaching out to tangle in the soft hair again. Unconsciously, his hips attempted to buck forward but the strong grip kept him in place as Urahara began to suck him leisurely.
The older man was judging things carefully based on Ishida’s age and inexperience - he didn’t want him to come too soon. The heat had coiled almost unbearably, low in Ishida’s belly when Urahara pulled away, eliciting a whimper from the boy. Grinning, he lifted him into his arms and set him down gently on the bed; removing his own pants, he moved to lay down beside him. A few moments passed where they simply observed each other in the flickering firelight, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies. Urahara reached out to trace a hand over a flushed cheekbone and leaned in to kiss Ishida, delving into his mouth as he moved to crouch over him. Stretching over to take out a tube from the bedside table, he then lifted one of Ishida’s legs and hooked it over his shoulder, pausing to gaze down at him once again.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered softly, as if speaking any louder would ruin the moment between them.
“Yes,” Ishida replied, just as quietly, arms reaching up to drape around the man’s neck.
Smiling tenderly, Urahara glanced down to squeeze a good portion of the tube’s contents onto his fingers before leaning forward to kiss him again.
“You may feel a little uncomfortable at first…” he murmured against Ishida’s lips. Inserting a finger into Ishida’s entrance, he kissed him hard as a form of distraction. A noise of discomfort issued from the boy’s throat, but he soon relaxed around the finger, arms pulling Urahara close for a deeper kiss. Urahara stretched him patiently, wanting to do a thorough job, and when he felt it was enough, curved his fingers to search for that certain spot. When Ishida released a strangled cry of pleasure and bit the man’s lip so hard it nearly bled, he knew he had found it.
Moving back, Urahara shifted Ishida’s legs around his waist and positioned himself carefully. With grey eyes locked onto blue, he slowly pushed forward, biting back a groan as heat tightened around him. Ishida sucked in his breath as he was filled; it wasn’t painful - due to Urahara’s careful preparation - but just surprising. Surprised at how perfect it felt. Bending down to kiss him again, Urahara began to thrust shallowly, his breath quickening. Legs wrapping tightly around the man’s waist, Ishida started to move his hips in rhythm, encouraging him to speed up.
The thrusts came harder, faster. Soon the two were panting heavily, sweat glistening on their bodies in the firelight. Urahara shifted his angle slightly, causing Ishida to moan loudly as raw pleasure coursed through his body with every thrust. His fingers clung to the man’s back, heat burning in his abdomen until it suddenly snapped and he came across their stomachs with a cry of Urahara’s name. It took only a few more thrusts before Urahara came as well, moaning Ishida’s name, his body shuddering as pleasure washed over him.
Urahara lay atop Ishida as they tried to catch their breath, his face buried in the boy’s neck; Ishida clung to him tightly, eyes closed while his body tingled with the aftereffects, feeling amazingly complete. Finally rolling off, Urahara glanced down at the young designer’s belly with hooded eyes before leaning over to lap up some of sticky substance. Opening his eyes, Ishida blinked at him with a noise of curiosity.
“I was right, you do taste like honey.” Urahara grinned as he reached up to smooth back damp strands of hair from the boy’s forehead. Leaning down to kiss him softly, he murmured, “Happy birthday, Uryuu.”
Laughing softly, Ishida smiled back at him. “Best present I’ve ever received.”
“You know,” Urahara mused, kissing him again, “your birthday isn’t over for a few hours…”
Ishida let out another laugh as Urahara rolled back onto him. The night was long and they had all the time in the world.
A/N: I am so not meant to write smut. LOL But I hope you all liked it anyway. XD The next chapter though, oho, this'll be fun. >D
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Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: UraIshi
Summary: AU. Ishida has had a hard life. With the help of some friends, it finally looks like things are going to work out. When he meets a bizarre and cheerful man named Urahara Kisuke, the two are inexplicably drawn to each other. But when Ishida discovers the truth about Urahara's past and its ties to his own, difficulties arise.
Notes: I keep on forgetting to thank kirstian for her quick beta-read every time. XD You rock.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the genius KT. ♥
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A/N: Erm. *cough* Please note the chapter rating. :D If you wish to read a smut-less version, you can head on over to the ff.net version here! If you decide to stay and read... um, enjoy? XD
“Put that down, old man!”
“Hoho, nonsense, Ichigo~! Let’s have a contest to see who can carry the most boxes!”
Ishida idly watched as Isshin stacked up the boxes before him. Before the doctor could attempt to lift them all, he was tackled from the side by his son who started to grapple with him.
“You idiot! You’re going to break something!”
“It pains me that you lack faith in daddy!”
They were currently outside the Kuchiki residence, loading up Rukia’s packed boxes into a rented truck. Ichigo’s things had been piled into it a few hours earlier in a surprisingly short amount of time, despite Isshin draping himself over the boxes as he cried.
“That’s the last one~” Orihime announced, shutting the back of the truck. She and Ishida had volunteered to help with the moving; they were promised dinner for their efforts.
“Oi, Rukia, let’s get going.” Ichigo rubbed his shoulder as he stepped towards the truck, as Isshin had twisted it behind his back in response to the tackle. His scowl softened when he saw her standing before her brother.
Although he had relented and helped support her career, even though she stayed with Ichigo, things had become distant between Byakuya and Rukia. Of course, that was assuming they had been close to begin with, which wasn’t the case. Their entire family had never been outspoken about their emotions but her relationship with Ichigo put a strain on what little connection she had had with her brother. Rukia often wondered if he would ever accept the choices she had made.
“I guess that’s it then,” she said softly, eyes averted to the ground. “Do feel free to visit, big brother.”
When there was no reply, Rukia sighed and turned to go.
“…take care, Rukia.”
With a tiny smile, she spun back around to hug him impulsively. Slowly, Byakuya placed a hand on her head, his features unreadable but gentle.
“I’ll make sure she’s happy, Kuchiki-san,” Ichigo said, a determined look on his face.
“…hn.”
Piling into the truck, they left for the new apartment with Rukia waving enthusiastically at her brother as they drove off. It was early in the afternoon but they still had a lot of work ahead of them - basic furniture and appliances were already set up but required rearranging, not to mention all the boxes that needed to be unloaded.
The apartment was a decent size and cozy, perfect for a young couple. By the time everything had been brought out of the truck and most things unpacked into their proper places, the sun had been set for hours. They opted to order in pizza and while Rukia listed off their requests into the phone, the others made themselves comfortable around the small couch.
“…Ichigo.”
“What do you want, old man?” Ichigo replied with a sigh.
“Now that you’re going to be living with a girl, I think it’s time I told you about the birds and the bees,” Isshin stated seriously. “You see - ACK!”
“Shut up!”
“But how will you become a man if you don’t know?”
“Shut up!!”
Ishida and Orihime simply watched as a red-faced Ichigo punched his father over the back of the couch.
The pizza arrived and they ate with a radio providing some quiet dinner music. Picking up a stray pineapple from the open pizza box, Rukia settled her thoughtful gaze on Ishida.
“So, tomorrow we’re helping you move in with Urahara-san, right?”
“Yes,” he replied with a smile.
“They’re all leaving! I’m going to be so lonely - GACK!” Isshin was abruptly silenced by the dull clunk of a pop can hurled at his head.
Rukia grinned brightly at him. “Are you excited?”
“Of course, but a little nervous too.”
“That’s only natural. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll love it.”
The next morning had the truck loaded with Ishida’s things and they set off for the hotel. He had very few possessions so it only took a short time to do so, although Ishida insisted upon carrying one small box personally letting no one see what was inside. Isshin had to go in for work at the hospital, so he helped unload the boxes before heading off. It turned out that the extra help from Ichigo, Rukia and Orihime wasn’t needed as Urahara had sent a few bellboys to carry everything up. Crowding into an elevator, they rode up together and were greeted at the top by the hat-wearing man himself, who waved them inside.
“Come in! Come in! Make yourselves comfortable!” Urahara smiled, stepping over to Ishida as the others went to explore inside. “Hello, Uryuu~”
“Hello, Kisuke.” He smiled back as a light kiss was pressed to his lips in greeting.
They followed after the bellboys, thanking them as Ishida’s things were deposited inside the suite. When Ichigo, Rukia and Orihime finally settled down onto the living room couches, they walked over together. As they stood before them, Ishida couldn’t help but notice how Urahara’s hand moved to rest against the small of his back. It felt so natural that he couldn’t stop a small smile from touching his lips.
“Hey, Ishida-san, I’m beginning to think I moved in with the wrong person,” Rukia remarked teasingly, lounging back on the couch. At Ichigo’s scowl, she rolled her eyes and sat up to pinch his cheeks. “Silly, Ichigo. You know I don’t mean that.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He bat away her hands in annoyance. “Stop it! I hate it when people do that.”
Laughing, Rukia leaned over to pinch them again.
“This place is so big~” Orihime observed in an awed tone, “I think a hundred of my apartments could fit in here!”
Ishida shook his head in amusement. “Maybe not quite that many, Inoue-san.”
“It’s a good idea for you to move in though, Ishida-san! Urahara-san must be lonely to have so much space and no one to share it with,” she replied, smiling brightly.
“I agree,” Urahara cut in, nodding at her with a grin. “It’s a very good idea.”
It was late when they all left, after being treated to a dinner brought up by room-service. Ishida waved at them as the elevator doors closed and stepped back into the penthouse suite with a quiet sigh. Closing the door after him, he leaned back against it, eyes glancing upwards to meet with Urahara’s.
Strange how I can feel so nervous. I’ve been alone with him a countless number of times and yet… it’s so different. Ishida switched his gaze to stare at the floor, fidgeting with his hands. It’s knowing that neither one of us will leave at the end of the evening. Knowing that I’m actually living with him now.
His eyes flew back up when a hand touched his chin gently, tilting his head upwards.
…knowing that he’ll always be near me like this.
“Uryuu~” Urahara cooed, stroking a cheek with his thumb. “You’re so tense. That simply won’t do.”
“It wha-?!” Ishida abruptly stopped talking as he was picked up and carried over to the living room. “Kisuke, what are you - gah!”
Grinning down at the form sprawled on the couch, Urahara tapped his chin contemplatively. “Now, what could I do to loosen you up? How about… tickling?”
The boy’s eyes widened and he started to sit up with a sound of protest when the older man’s fingers descended upon him. Straining against them, he started to laugh, pushing helplessly at the hands attacking him. The sound of his laughter caused Urahara to stop and sit back with a thoughtful expression.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a reason to.”
Smiling, he leaned forward to kiss Ishida softly. “Well, how about we find out what else can make you laugh?”
“Ah, wait! I just remembered something!” The boy abruptly climbed to his feet, effectively escaping any further torture, and picked up the box he had left by the doorway. Holding it out to Urahara, he flushed. “It’s… well, think of it as a sort of housewarming gift. Er, even though that doesn’t make any sense.”
Urahara opened the flaps of the small box, curiosity written on his face. When he saw what was inside, he smiled tenderly, reaching in to pull out one of the strings. “Uryuu, you finished your cranes?”
Ishida nodded, adjusting his glasses in embarrassment. “I thought we could hang all of them somewhere. I’ve already made my wish - I-I can tell you if you want to know…”
“No, no,” The older man moved to kiss him on the forehead affectionately. “Haven’t you seen Cinderella? Your wish won’t come true if you tell someone. Now, let’s find somewhere to put these.”
The young designer smiled brightly at him, pulling out a string of cranes of his own as the two searched for a place to hang them all.
~~~
Ryuuken pushed back from his desk, standing to gaze out of his office window. He had been working for approximately four months now. It was a demanding job but putting order to chaos and arranging things how he wanted them was exactly what he liked. It left him with a sense of satisfaction.
He often traveled to the other floors of the hospital, checking in on the occasional patient but mostly just to observe the other doctors. If they were to work in his hospital, they would do it right. Ignoring any warnings given to them was perfectly fine; it would be easy to find another doctor to replace them.
Turning to exit his office, Ryuuken felt that perhaps he should do one of his rounds right now. He nodded at his secretary and boarded the elevator, heading for the ground floor so that he could work his way up. It wasn’t until he reached the sixth floor that something caught his attention. Crowded around the nurse’s station, a group of doctors chatted amongst themselves. Not something that would merit a warning but as a piece of the conversation drifted to his ears, he walked over as quickly as possible.
“…they both moved out about a month ago.”
“Yeah? How does it feel to have the house so empty?”
“It’s horrible~ I can’t even bear to think of the day my two daughters decide to leave.”
“You’re so overdramatic, Kurosaki. Well, as long as they’re all happy, right?”
“Yes, that’s true. Ichigo’s happy and the other boy, Ishida, I’ve never seen him happier,” Isshin chuckled. “To think he moved in with my old roommate. That boy had better watch himself, Kisuke can be a handful. I remember when - oh, hello, Ishida-san, do you need something?”
Ryuuken stared at the doctor before him coolly, though he felt the urge to grab him by his collar and demand information. “You spoke of a boy - Ishida. What was his first name?”
“Oh, it’s ‘Uryuu’. Why? Is he a relative of yours? You do look an awful lot alike.”
“He’s my son.”
Isshin blinked then scratched at his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah, that would explain it too. I wonder where you’ve been these past three years though, leaving your son on his own without any help.”
“That is none of your business,” Ryuuken replied, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “I would like to confirm something. You say he has moved in with this ‘Kisuke’. You’re not speaking of ‘Urahara Kisuke’, are you?”
“That exact one. Your son’s boyfriend, actually. Why?”
Boyfriend? Giving into the compulsion, he yanked Isshin forward, eyes remaining cold. “Tell me where my son is.”
~~~
Early November came along with a drop in the temperature and a promise of rain. It was Ishida’s birthday that day. Luckily, the evening for the celebration seemed kind enough to postpone any falling moisture for a later date. There was a nip in the air but it was nothing that a warm coat couldn’t oppose.
He had woken up to a pleasant kiss and breakfast in bed from Urahara. It was strange how easily he had fallen into complete comfort at living in the same place with the older man. Ishida couldn’t recall ever sleeping so well or feeling such joy from arriving home.
Home.
That was another thing he often thought about. Three years living in the Kurosaki household and he had never considered it ‘home’; only a month with Urahara and he couldn’t imagine naming it anything else. Whether it was having someone greet him at the door with a bright grin and kiss, or the way his few possessions had found their own niches throughout the suite, Ishida knew he was in a place he could truly call home.
Sleeping in the same bed wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it would be either. The morning after their evening in his room at the Kurosaki residence, he woke curled up in Urahara’s arms, feeling remarkably calm and safe.
Of course, thinking about that only reminded him of the heart-pounding encounter that had happened before they went to sleep. Since that night, Urahara stayed true to his word and never pushed him to the point where he became uncomfortable. That didn’t stop him from giving the occasional fleeting caress and heated kiss that hinted of things Ishida knew nothing about - though now, he wished he did.
It all seemed very familiar to Ishida, these teasing glimpses that left him craving for more. When he finally figured out the connection, the young designer knew he would have to let Urahara know that he was ready - ready for something more in their relationship. Just like their first kiss, he would have to set things in motion.
Unfortunately, any sign he might have wanted to give to Urahara would have to wait for the evening, when they all met up for dinner. The older man had stated that he had a few things to do before then and had left with a mysterious grin. So Ishida was left to sit through his workday wondering what his boyfriend was up to and how to let him know that he wanted… well, that.
His problem appeared to become less difficult after Rukia stopped by his desk with a birthday greeting.
“Happy birthday, Ishida-san!”
“Thank you, Kuchiki-san,” Ishida replied with a distracted smile, still contemplating what he would say to Urahara.
“What are you thinking about?” Rukia asked, peering at him carefully.
“Ah, nothing! Nothing at all, I just-”
“You want some action, don’t you?”
His face flushing a dark red, Ishida sputtered, “K-Kuchiki-san!”
“Oh, please,” she muttered, leaning forward to tap him on the nose. “It’s written all over your face - if anyone looked you in the eye, they could see it. So, what does Urahara-san think about this?”
“…he doesn’t know yet.”
“Ooh, hoping for a special birthday evening then?” She grinned, nudging him in the shoulder.
“M-maybe,” Ishida adjusted his glasses nervously. “I don’t know how to tell him though.”
“Well, like I said, anyone could tell if they looked at you carefully enough. So just catch his eye,” Rukia smirked and turned to leave. “I’m sure he’ll know what you want.”
When they were all finally seated at the restaurant, Ishida avoided eye contact with anyone, worried they would see exactly what Rukia had. He really didn’t need that sort of embarrassment. Urahara arrived soon afterwards, giving the birthday boy a warm kiss in greeting. As the dinner progressed, Ishida started to fidget nervously, darting glances at the older man seated beside him. By the time dessert had been cleared off the table, his stomach was full of butterflies and he wanted to throw something at Rukia for the “meaningful” looks she had been sending him all evening. He was somewhat relieved and filled with anticipation when Urahara stood and ushered him to his feet.
“I’m sorry to cut this evening short but I still need to give Ishida his present.” The man grinned and waved at the other table members. “I’ll be seeing you all another time, I’m sure.”
“Thank you for coming, everyone.” Ishida turned pink as Rukia winked at him while he and Urahara left the table. The last thing he could see was the tiny, dark-haired designer grinning as Ichigo and Orihime turned to her in confusion.
~~~
“Where are we going?” Ishida asked quietly, watching road names flash by his window as they sped down the road.
“You’ll see.”
Knowing that Urahara could be flawlessly secretive when he wanted to be, he settled back in his seat, recognizing a few stores he had visited in the past. They soon came to a stop in front of an old building that sat on the corner of two streets. Darting out of Benihime before Ishida could say anything, Urahara opened the passenger side door and held out a hand.
“Come see,” he grinned, eyes bright in excitement. Curiosity overpowering his nervousness for the moment, Ishida let himself be helped out of the convertible. He was led to the front door of the building and handed a small box.
“Open it!”
Blinking, the boy lifted the lid off the box and stared at the key that lay inside. “What is it for?”
“Your very own studio.”
“My… what?”
Stepping towards the old building, Urahara pat the doorway firmly. “This building here is going to be your studio. Of course, it’s going to be completely renovated so it won’t be finished for at least three or four months.”
Ishida stared at him, hand gripping the key as his heart beat almost painfully in his chest. The older man turned to smile at him gently.
“Happy birthday, Uryuu. I hope you like it.”
This man truly cared for him, loved him. And Ishida loved him back with all his heart and soul. If there was any doubt in his mind about his desire for more in their relationship, it was gone.
Flinging himself forward, he kissed Urahara hard, passionately, desperately. He wanted to be closer - to be as close as possible to this man who changed his life completely. When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Urahara stared at him, almost in awe.
“Uryuu, what-” He fell silent as blue eyes met grey and an understanding passed between them.
“Kisuke, take me home.”
The drive back to the hotel was silent, Ishida still nervous but buzzing underneath with excitement. When they finally walked into the suite, he made his way to the bedroom, leaving the lights off and turning on the fireplace with the flick of a switch. As he straightened, he could hear the soft click of the door and inhaled a shaky breath.
Urahara stepped up silently behind him, hands circling around to unbutton his suit jacket. Removing the article of clothing, it was tossed onto one of the couches, arms wrapping back around him. Lips descended onto the pale neck as fingers slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt, hot kisses trailing across a shoulder as the clothing was pulled back to bare the unblemished skin. Ishida closed his eyes at the sensation, his heart racing when the shirt was pulled away from his body and dropped on top of his jacket. He shivered as the fingers returned to trace lightly down his arms.
Turning to gaze up at Urahara, he lifted his hands to undo the older man’s tie and shirt - it seemed he had discarded his jacket before coming into the bedroom. He fumbled a little - he had never liked buttons - but eventually managed to get the shirt open. Sliding it off, Ishida let his hands trail back up the stomach and chest revealed before him, breathing in slowly at the feel of hot skin beneath his palms. He reached up to tip the hat off, entangling fingers in soft pale hair and drawing down the man’s head to press their lips together in a slow, heavy kiss.
Breaking away gently, Urahara began to kiss his way downwards, mouth settling onto the beating pulse at Ishida’s throat, just like before. He pressed his tongue against it, sucking lightly, causing Ishida to gasp and tighten his fingers in the blond hair. Not wanting to leave a blemish, Urahara placed a soothing kiss on the pink skin before moving on, his hands shifting to rest on slender hips. He kissed all the way down until he crouched in front of the boy, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the pants. Glancing up, his eyes held a question.
Ishida gazed back at him, chest rising and falling quickly. Am I sure? … yes. He nodded slightly, tracing a shaking hand over a rough cheekbone.
Grasping the hand, Urahara kissed it reassuringly before undoing Ishida’s pants, carefully sliding them over the pale hips. Ishida flushed as he was bared to the world but quickly forgot with a heavy swallow when he felt a rough tongue slide down his length. A low moan tore out of him when he was suddenly engulfed in searing heat, his hands reaching out to tangle in the soft hair again. Unconsciously, his hips attempted to buck forward but the strong grip kept him in place as Urahara began to suck him leisurely.
The older man was judging things carefully based on Ishida’s age and inexperience - he didn’t want him to come too soon. The heat had coiled almost unbearably, low in Ishida’s belly when Urahara pulled away, eliciting a whimper from the boy. Grinning, he lifted him into his arms and set him down gently on the bed; removing his own pants, he moved to lay down beside him. A few moments passed where they simply observed each other in the flickering firelight, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies. Urahara reached out to trace a hand over a flushed cheekbone and leaned in to kiss Ishida, delving into his mouth as he moved to crouch over him. Stretching over to take out a tube from the bedside table, he then lifted one of Ishida’s legs and hooked it over his shoulder, pausing to gaze down at him once again.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered softly, as if speaking any louder would ruin the moment between them.
“Yes,” Ishida replied, just as quietly, arms reaching up to drape around the man’s neck.
Smiling tenderly, Urahara glanced down to squeeze a good portion of the tube’s contents onto his fingers before leaning forward to kiss him again.
“You may feel a little uncomfortable at first…” he murmured against Ishida’s lips. Inserting a finger into Ishida’s entrance, he kissed him hard as a form of distraction. A noise of discomfort issued from the boy’s throat, but he soon relaxed around the finger, arms pulling Urahara close for a deeper kiss. Urahara stretched him patiently, wanting to do a thorough job, and when he felt it was enough, curved his fingers to search for that certain spot. When Ishida released a strangled cry of pleasure and bit the man’s lip so hard it nearly bled, he knew he had found it.
Moving back, Urahara shifted Ishida’s legs around his waist and positioned himself carefully. With grey eyes locked onto blue, he slowly pushed forward, biting back a groan as heat tightened around him. Ishida sucked in his breath as he was filled; it wasn’t painful - due to Urahara’s careful preparation - but just surprising. Surprised at how perfect it felt. Bending down to kiss him again, Urahara began to thrust shallowly, his breath quickening. Legs wrapping tightly around the man’s waist, Ishida started to move his hips in rhythm, encouraging him to speed up.
The thrusts came harder, faster. Soon the two were panting heavily, sweat glistening on their bodies in the firelight. Urahara shifted his angle slightly, causing Ishida to moan loudly as raw pleasure coursed through his body with every thrust. His fingers clung to the man’s back, heat burning in his abdomen until it suddenly snapped and he came across their stomachs with a cry of Urahara’s name. It took only a few more thrusts before Urahara came as well, moaning Ishida’s name, his body shuddering as pleasure washed over him.
Urahara lay atop Ishida as they tried to catch their breath, his face buried in the boy’s neck; Ishida clung to him tightly, eyes closed while his body tingled with the aftereffects, feeling amazingly complete. Finally rolling off, Urahara glanced down at the young designer’s belly with hooded eyes before leaning over to lap up some of sticky substance. Opening his eyes, Ishida blinked at him with a noise of curiosity.
“I was right, you do taste like honey.” Urahara grinned as he reached up to smooth back damp strands of hair from the boy’s forehead. Leaning down to kiss him softly, he murmured, “Happy birthday, Uryuu.”
Laughing softly, Ishida smiled back at him. “Best present I’ve ever received.”
“You know,” Urahara mused, kissing him again, “your birthday isn’t over for a few hours…”
Ishida let out another laugh as Urahara rolled back onto him. The night was long and they had all the time in the world.
A/N: I am so not meant to write smut. LOL But I hope you all liked it anyway. XD The next chapter though, oho, this'll be fun. >D
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