[fic] One Day
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shannys_cornerTitle: One Day
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kiyala
Word Count: 6560
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boylove, and a whole lotta smex 8D
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Kii saves the best for last. Oh yes she does xD This is the fic that I actually started writing for Uryuu's birthday. The others were just.... "hey! I can also put this up!" fics xD And Broken was umm... an impulse fic? I just randomly decided to write it xD but yes~ here's the last of my birthday fics for Uryuu!! Hope you like ^__^
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ishi_ichi and bleach_yaoi
It is five minutes to midnight and he lies in bed, eyes wide open and the room in darkness save for his reading light. He holds his right hand up, tilted slightly so that he can watch the seconds tick by.
Four minutes.
He closes his eyes and sighs. He hates this day, almost as much as he will hate the next. He hates this time of the year, every year, when he remembers why he’s alive. No – how he is alive.
Three minutes.
It was never celebrated at home. Only his grandfather would make an effort to make it a happy day. When he was a child it worked, but now that his grandfather is dead…
Two minutes.
He feels guilty for wanting to celebrate. For wanting to feel happy and light-hearted on this day, just like he sees others feeling happy at their own times of the year.
One minute.
It is the one day he questions his self-worth the most. No, in fact, it usually stretches for the entire week. The dread that comes before, and the empty feeling that comes afterwards.
Three. Two. One.
Happy birthday, Uryuu.
This is sixteen years of your death, Okaa-san. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, Ryuuken. It was my fault.
Closing his eyes, he removes his glasses and watch, placing them on his bedside table before turning the light off and lying there, unable to sleep. He stares up into the darkness, preparing himself to be alone. This is the day on which he feels most weak, which is the reason he doesn’t tell anyone the date of his birthday. Not the friendly and eager to help Inoue, not the silent and understanding Sado and most importantly, not – definitely not – Kurosaki. Not of all the people. Not Ichigo.
*
The figure waits at the windowsill. It looks inside, between the curtains, masking itself in the night. There is absolutely no disturbance in the surroundings to betray its presence. It waits until it is entirely sure that the one inside is in deep slumber. Only then is the window pushed open and the figure silently lets itself in. The moon comes out from behind the cloud that had been obscuring it and its dim light falls on a head of orange hair that looks dull in the darkness. A pair of brown eyes scan the room and Ichigo leans against the wall with a small sigh. It is different – and much more difficult – for him to do this in his human form, rather than his Shinigami form, but he knows that this is how he wants to do things. When he wakes Ishida on his birthday, he wants to be there in his entirety, not just his soul.
Crossing the room, he stops at the bed and places a knee carefully on the mattress, checking a reaction. When there is none, he puts more weight onto the bed and lies beside the other boy, his fingers hovering a short distance over a pale cheek. Pressing his lips ever so lightly against the slightly parted ones of the sleeping figure, he closes his eyes with a small smile, “Sweet dreams, Uryuu.”
*
In his dream, Ichigo is everywhere. His voice is in the air, there is his scent teasing at Ishida’s nose. There is Ichigo’s taste of his lips, on Ishida’s tongue. His skin is tingling, warm and alert as it always is when Ichigo touches him. But he can’t see him. Where is he? He frowns and looks around. Ichigo… Ichigo… the moment doesn’t feel complete. A small part of his mind wonders if he should have told Ichigo about his birthday. Perhaps even the reason why he doesn’t celebrate it. Because now, he will have to face a day without Ichigo. No Ichigo… he no longer hears the voice. He cannot smell the sacred scent. The taste is gone, and his skin feels cold. There is no Ichigo. Everything is empty.
He wakes with a start.
“Hey, calm down… it was just a bad dream,” a voice murmurs into his ear and a pair of hands hold his shoulders.
This frightens him even more and he gropes blindly for his glasses, to have the hands carefully slide them onto his face. The first thing he sees are eyes. Big, caring and wonderfully familiar eyes.
“Ichigo…”
“Happy birthday,” the redhead whispers with a smile, kissing Ishida’s forehead.
As a pair of arms wrap around him, the world sounds, smells, tastes and feels like Ichigo again, but this time, Ishida can also see him. He feels a strong surge of emotion that makes his chest hurt a little. Relief, joy, love…
“Idiot, who the hell told you it was my birthday?” he asks, hitting Ichigo’s shoulder, only able to express the irritation he feels, as though he has been caught doing something shameful and feels the need to get defensive.
Ichigo is not hurt or otherwise fazed by this reaction and rubs Ishida’s arm, “Idiot. Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”
“Personal matters,” the dark-haired boy mutters and Ichigo learns back against the pillows he has propped up behind him. Ishida idly wonders how long Ichigo had been awake for being he had woken up. He has already guessed that the boy had sneaked into his room in the middle of the night, as the window is still open.
“I know,” Ichigo murmurs, bringing Ishida back to reality. He frowns slightly and the redhead continues, “Come on… we’ve been with each other for a while now. I know you don’t always tell me things that are important, so I need to find out another way. I asked Inoue what she knows. Checked your records. Stuff like that.”
“You… what?” Ishida looks shocked, “You…”
“Hey,” Ichigo’s expression turns serious, “You’ve done it to me.”
The Quincy’s shoulders sad as he knows that he cannot argue with this.
“So I found out your birthday’s today. And Inoue told me that Mr. Perfect Attendance Dork missed one day of school every year for all the time you’ve been at school for. Today.”
Ishida looks away with a small frown and Ichigo gently pulls him down into his arms, nuzzling into the back of his neck, “There’s a day I don’t go to school every year too. Who is it?”
Turning to his other side so that he is facing the redhead, Ishida buries his face in the tanned neck, “My mother.”
“Shit,” Ichigo’s grip on the other boy’s sides tightens, “I’m so sorry.”
Shaking his head slightly, he bites his lower lip in an attempt to keep his emotions under check, “She died giving birth to me. It’s my fault.”
“No it’s not,” Ichigo immediately whispers, bringing a hand up to stroke the dark hair, “Don’t ever tell yourself that. Dad has to deal with those sometimes. When it’s an emergency and they can’t get to the hospital. The mum knows what has to happen. She always chooses the kid’s life. You hear me, Uryuu? It’s not your fault. She wanted you to live.”
Ishida doesn’t say anything, but he holds onto Ichigo tightly, breathing in the comfortingly familiar scent that belongs to him and silently wishing that he can find the right words to thank the redhead with.
“Shouldn’t you be going? School starts soon,” he murmurs, looking into Ichigo’s eyes.
The Shinigami shakes his head, “Not going today. Want to say here with you.”
With a small frown, Ishida sits up and looks at him in silence. Looking away, Ichigo uses his arm to prop his head up, “I’ll stay here if you’re going to visit your mum’s grave. Just want to be here, with you.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Ishida murmurs, bending over to give the other boy a small kiss, “If you’re not going to school, you’re coming with me.”
“But…” Ichigo sits up and looks at the other boy carefully, “You said yourself that it’s personal.”
Stroking the redhead’s cheek with a thumb, Ishida gives him a small smile, “Visiting Okaa-san’s grave is important to me, Ichigo, and this time I want to share it with someone who’s equally as important to me.
Holding Ishida close, Ichigo buries his face in the dark hair, “I love you.”
Murmuring the same, the Quincy stands up and gives Ichigo a small smile, “We should brush our teeth you know. And take a shower.”
At the possibility of showering together, Ichigo gets to his feet and smirks, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s waist, “Then let’s go.”
Ichigo isn’t patient at the best of times, and when it’s finally time for their shower, he undresses Ishida as quickly as possibly, dragging him into the shower after stripping off his own clothes as well.
“Mmmf—” the dark-haired boy tries to say something, but it is muffled against Ichigo’s mouth as he is pulled in for a kiss. He groans as he is pushed against the cold, tiled wall of the shower and their cocks, both already half-hard, slide against each other, almost immediately growing to their full size.
Ichigo grins, sucking on Ishida’s neck as his hand reaches down to stroke the other boy’s erection, which is warm and wet due to the water dripping between their bodies.
“So hot, Uryuu,” he murmurs, panting lightly against the sensitive skin of his neck, making those blue eyes flutter shut as the boy moans softly.
“Do you want me to make you come?” Ichigo asks, his voice husky with lust and Ishida cannot remember being this aroused this early in the morning ever before – not that there is enough blood left in his brain for him to use his memory.
“Please… Ichigo…” is all he can manage before the redhead begins to pump harder and it takes all of Ishida’s self-control not to scream as he comes in short spurts all over Ichigo’s hand.
The Shinigami grins, moving forward for a kiss from the flushed boy leaning against the wall and panting heavily, “Happy birthday, Uryuu, we haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Finally, a smile spreads across the thin lips and an arm snakes around Ichigo’s neck to pull him closer into a passionate kiss, pulling away only when the need for air can no longer be ignored. Ishida runs his hands through Ichigo’s hair, pushing it out his face and stroking down the sides of his face.
“I do hope you know that I plan on returning the favour,” he whispers, chuckling at the way Ichigo’s cock twitches when his fingers wrap around the base.
“Uryuu…” he gasps, thrusting against the touch and closing his eyes, “You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself today, not giving me the attention…”
“Mm, but I am enjoying myself, Ichigo…” the dark-haired boy murmurs, giving Ichigo’s warm neck a bite, “All of your little sounds when I do this… you’re so fucking sexy.”
Moaning loudly, Ichigo grips Ishida tightly by the shoulders. What the Quincy is doing with his hands is quickly destroying his ability to think straight, but hearing the low murmur just pushes him off the edge completely and he comes hard, gasping and panting as Ishida’s arms wrap around him. He is surprised when he is kissed gently, with Ishida’s tongue lapping lightly at his lips before sliding into his mouth, where he sucks on it.
With a small smile when they separate, Ishida hides his face against Ichigo’s neck, “You’ve already made it the best birthday I’ve ever had, just being here. Thank you so much.”
Running his hands down the other boy’s sides, Ichigo smirks as well, “Not a problem. Come on… let’s actually get clean before the water turns cold.”
They barely manage to finish washing themselves before the hot water runs out and they step out of the shower, Ichigo holding onto Ishida’s wrists and leaning over to press his lips against the other boy’s forehead as they drip all over the floor. Taking Ishida’s towel, Ichigo dries him with it before Ishida does the same to him and they get dressed, heading to the kitchen to eat.
*
By the time they are ready to leave to the shrine, it is already eleven o’clock. They catch the bus and sit together at the back in silence, all previous playfulness gone at the thought of the serious occasion. They disembark and Ichigo waits patiently while Ishida ducks into a nearby florist and spends almost ten minutes deliberating over which flowers to buy. He ends up buying two different bouquets and Ichigo offers to carry one, nodding in understanding when Ishida murmurs that he would rather carry them both. They walk to the tomb stone and Ichigo notices that the tomb stone for Ishida Souken isn’t far from where they stop. He also notices the guilty look in Ishida’s eyes when he looks in the direction of his grandfather’s grave and wants to take him into his arms and make him feel better, but knows that this is neither the time nor place to do so.
He watches Ishida kneel in front of the grave and place the flowers on the ground. They stay this way for a long moment and finally, the dark-haired boy straightens up and looks at the other, managing a small smile.
Looking around to make sure that no one can see them, Ichigo pulls Ishida into his arms and quietly asks if he is okay. Ishida replies that he’s fine and thanks Ichigo for being there with him.
They walk back to the bus stop and Ichigo asks Ishida to wait for a moment as he walks into the florist, returning with a single long-stemmed rose which he hands to the boy with a small kiss. Blushing, the Quincy reminds his companion that they are in public, and Ichigo looks around to see many people doing their very best not to look at them. He smiles and steps away slightly so that Ishida does not feel uncomfortable. He can’t help but notice the way Ishida holds the rose close to him, or the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
*
When they return to Ishida’s flat, finally out of sight from the rest of the world, the Quincy finds a vase for the rose and then pulls the other boy into a kiss. It is not like the kisses Ichigo usually receives from Ishida, which are always deceptively innocent, at least at the beginning until they become more rough and demanding as he lets Ichigo know what he really wants. This is not the case now, as Ishida’s hands immediately begin to rub at Ichigo’s groin, a smile spreading across his face as he feels the bulge grow in size and hardness until Ichigo is slowly thrusting against the hand, groaning softly each time the friction sends a jolt of pleasure through his body.
“Fuck me, Ichigo?” he murmurs against an ear and although it is a question, the other boy knows he wouldn’t be able to say no if he wanted to. Instead, he gathers the slender body in his arms and carries him to the bedroom, dumping him onto the soft mattress and almost immediately crawling onto him, kissing down his neck and unzipping his shirt. Ishida gasps as he feels the warm tongue swirl around a nipple before sucking hard, Ichigo’s right hand rubbing the other. By the time Ichigo is done with his chest, Ishida’s erection has already grown to its full size and is leaking precum.
With a grin, Ichigo dips his head down and Ishida closes his eyes in anticipation of what comes next. Ichigo first licks the salty droplets off the head of the erection, tongue tracing its way down to the base, where he laps at Ishida’s balls. This makes the Quincy yelp and lift his hips off the bed. Ichigo smiles and holds them gently, lowering them carefully back down and placing his arm across Ishida’s legs to stop him from kicking about. He slowly and carefully wrapped his lips around the tip of the cock, taking it into his mouth a little at a time and sucking gently, loving the range of sounds he is drawing from the other boy.
His tongue massages the sides of the organ as he takes the entire length into his mouth and they both groan at the feeling of it. Ishida knows not to buck or thrust and Ichigo can tell by the way he’s panting and shaking, that he is only barely managing to control his body, and that he’s very close.
“Ichi…go…” he gasps, and it is the only warning before he releases with a loud gasp, shuddering at the pleasure of it all, particularly when he opens an eye to see Ichigo licking him clean.
Ichigo is pulled up for a kiss and Ishida sucks gently on his tongue in an imitation of the treatment he has just received. He feels Ichigo grin into their kiss and smiles himself. Their kiss deepens and is finally broken by Ichigo, who lifts himself slightly off Ishida’s body so as to not crush him and breathes against his ear. “Condoms?”
They look into each other’s eyes for a moment and Ishida finally shakes his head, “No. I want to feel you. All of you.”
Ichigo groans quietly at how much these words turn him on and he reaches over for the lube. Ishida listens to the sounds of the gel being rubbed onto the rough hands before he feels a hand holding his leg, the index finger of the other hand gently circling around his entrance before being pushed in, along with the middle finger to stretch him. Ishida lets out a small whimper at the feeling of this, bucking against it and they both gasp as the fingers slide deeper.
It soon becomes clear that Ishida does not feel like being patient, and he urges the other boy to take him, writhing under his body. This serves to destroy Ichigo’s self control very quickly and he withdraws his fingers, entering him slowly until he is completely inside. Then, he pulls most of the way out before slamming inside again, causing Ishida to cry out in pleasure as the head of Ichigo’s cock rubs against his prostate and the world goes a blinding white for a moment. They pant loudly against each other as they move together, and Ichigo angles his thrusts to brush against the other boy’s prostate each time their hips come together, making Ishida purr into his ear. Despite the fact that Ichigo enjoys the variety of expression that cross the other boy’s face when he is fucked hard and fast, he moves slow and carefully, drawing long and loud moans from the boy underneath him.
Long fingers grip onto Ichigo’s shoulders and then wind into his hair as Ishida gasps, pressing his head back into the pillow beneath him, “Harder…”
With a grin, Ichigo complies and the volume of Ishida’s moans increases until he comes, spraying his release against Ichigo’s chest and tightening around his cock, pushing the redhead off the edge as well. They separate and collapse on the bed, panting and waiting to catch their breath. Ichigo gets up after a while and finds a towel to wipe them both clean and lies down, asking Ishida if he wants to rest for a while. The Quincy is already asleep and Ichigo smiles to himself, kissing the pale forehead before closing his eyes as well.
*
Ichigo always seems to wake up before him, Ishida notices, as he wakes up to find the bed beside him is empty, but is still warm and smells of the other boy, telling him that he had woken not too long before. Getting up and pulling his clothes on, he makes his way to the lounge room to find Ichigo sitting there and waiting for him. The redhead stands up and gives him a small kiss in greeting, stroking the sides of his face, “You hungry?”
Ishida nods and looks towards the kitchen, but Ichigo takes hold of his wrist, “I’m taking you out to lunch.”
Upon seeing the look in the brown eyes, the Quincy doesn’t argue and smiles instead, an action that makes Ichigo smile as well. They kiss again, this time staying together for longer and Ishida finally pulls away, taking Ichigo by the hand and finding his keys and wallet before slipping his shoes on and walking out of his flat.
Ichigo hides his disappointment well when he feels the hand let go of his once they step outside and looks around, “So. Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere. I don’t really mind,” is the reply, but Ishida is secretly thrilled when he follows Ichigo to his favourite Chinese restaurant; mostly over the fact that Ichigo remembers that it is. They walk in and Ishida lets Ichigo order, unable to keep the small smile from his face when he hears Ichigo ordering all of his favourite food.
They sit at a table and begin to eat, and Ishida cannot ignore the way Ichigo is looking at him. At first, he loves the attention and passes it off as the redhead being eager to make his birthday fun for him, but as time passes, he can tell that yes, Ichigo does want to make it a fun day for him… just in a much less innocent way than he had originally thought. He can see a hunger in the brown eyes that he knows has absolutely nothing to do with the food in front of them – a look that he doesn’t see very often, but when he does, he knows he will thoroughly enjoy himself. He absently wonders how soon they can return home.
He is sure that this eagerness is showing in his eyes, because Ichigo looks deep into the blue orbs and smirks. However, instead of speeding things up, he slows them down. He eats slower, he does everything he can to drag out the time they are there for. Ishida inwardly scowls, knowing that Ichigo enjoys teasing him almost as much as he enjoys screwing him. He wills himself to be patient and looks away from the Shinigami and continues to eat, knowing how much Ichigo doesn’t like being ignored. Surely enough, in less than half a minute, the redhead’s foot is rubbing against his leg demandingly. As he refuses to indulge the other boy, the patience Ichigo has summoned in order to tease the boy quickly vanishes and he stands up.
“Come on. We’re going home.”
Giving him an innocent look, Ishida nods and bites the back of his tongue to hold off the grin at the sight of the desire burning in the brown eyes watching him. Ichigo pays and they walk out of the restaurant, returning back to Ishida’s flat in less than ten minutes.
Once the door is closed behind them, Ichigo pushes the other boy against the door and kisses him hungrily. Ishida chuckles as they pull apart and holds Ichigo’s shirt by the collar, ready to take it off as soon as he needs to, “First the shower, then earlier, and now? Ichigo, you’re insatiable.”
“Think you can keep up, gorgeous?” Ichigo murmurs, undoing Ishida’s fly and sliding his hands into the boy’s pants, “I want you bad.”
“Mmmmm, I can tell,” the dark-haired boy responds with a grin, rubbing at Ichigo’s hard-on through his pants, “Just don’t delude yourself into thinking I’m going to let you take me twice in a day.”
Ichigo’s eyes widen, not only at the wonderful pleasure brought on by the other boy’s actions, but also when he processes Ishida’s words. “You mean, you’re going to—?”
“Only if you don’t mind, of course,” he murmurs, but the look in blue eyes, mixed with the way his fingers are caressing the Shinigami’s cock, makes Ichigo unable to say no to anything his boyfriend asks of him.
They make their way to the bedroom again, tripping over each other and Ichigo is made to lie on the sheets – which Ishida had changed earlier – and is kissed roughly. He gasps as Ishida climbs onto him and pulls his clothes off and leaving a trail of hot kisses from Ichigo’s neck down his torso. The redhead holds his breath, expecting the lips to wrap around his arousal, but Ishida is not always as patient as the other boy. He undresses himself and picks up the bottle of lube, spreading it over his hands and preparing Ichigo. The redhead moans loudly at the feeling of the long fingers stretching him and once Ishida deems him ready, he withdraws his fingers and rolls a condom onto himself before thrusting in none too gently. They both moan and rock against each other, Ishida’s eyes shut at the feeling of the tightness surrounding him; it isn’t often that he takes Ichigo, and its still something he is not entirely used to, but by the sounds of the redhead’s groaning and gasping, he decides that he’s doing things properly and thrusts a little harder.
“Oh shit, Uryuu…” Ichigo finds it impossible to keep silent and he closes his eyes, clenching his teeth in a desperate attempt to keep some kind of control over his body. It doesn’t work and he bucks against the other boy, letting out a small whine, “Fuck…me…harder.”
Ishida is only too happy to oblige, but this is when the doorbell rings. They both freeze despite their previous need for friction and Ishida frowns in concentration for a moment before swearing quietly, “Sado-kun and Inoue-san. What time is it?”
Blinking until the pleasure haze fades, Ichigo checks the wall clock and makes a face, “Four already?”
Sighing, Ishida bends over to kiss Ichigo apologetically, “I need to go answer the door.”
Ichigo looks like he is about to protest, but nods instead, “Yeah. You want me to stay in here?”
“Please,” comes the reply and Ishida pulls out of Ichigo, removing the condom and throwing it out before wiping himself down and getting dressed, going to the bathroom and splashing cold water onto his face for good measure before answering the door, which is constantly being knocked on.
He manages a surprised look when he sees Sado and Orihime and can even manage to work some of it into his voice, “Sado-kun, Inoue-san! What are you doing here?”
“We came to see if everything was okay. You didn’t come to school, and Kurosaki-kun wasn’t there either, and we were worried that maybe you were attacked by a big Hollow or something and were injured!” Orihime said and then grabbed onto Ishida’s arm, as though to ensure that he wasn’t scratched. Then, her eyes widen, “Uwaah, Ishida-kun! You smell just like Kurosaki-kun~!”
Ishida looks shocked for a moment, but neither of the other two notice it. Sado tilts his head, only then realising, “Ishida… is Ichigo here? I can sense his reiatsu.”
Not knowing what to say, Ishida looks around and sees Ichigo walking out of his room. His eyes widen, but Ichigo gives him a look telling him to trust him, and to play along.
“Hey, Ishida… I can’t find that textbook. You sure it was in that room?” he asks and then looks at Sado and Orihime and smiles, “Hey, guys! Did we miss anything important at school today?”
Ishida winces at Ichigo’s reference to the both of them and Orihime gives the two boys a concerned look, “How come you weren’t at school today, guys?… Oh. Wait, I think I know why Ishida-kun wasn’t at school, but how come you weren’t, Kurosaki-kun?”
Scratching his head and doing his best to act casual, Ichigo shrugs, “Eh, well I slept in this morning and woke up two hours late to school. And then I realised I had lots of work to catch up on, so I decided to stay at home and do that. And then I noticed that Ishida wasn’t at school either, and came over here to ask him for some help.”
Ishida bites his lower lip as he waits to see if the others believe the story, and after a moment, they do and Orihime smiles, “You worried us, guys! I thought you were hurt or something! Give us some warning before you do that again!”
Nodding quickly, Ishida watches them carefully to see if they have anything else to say, as he is feeling rather impatient to get back to Ichigo. Suddenly, the Shinigami speaks up, “Hey. Ishida. It’s your birthday today, isn’t it? I just remembered.”
Ishida’s eyes widen and he gives Ichigo a questioning look. The redhead seems to know what he is doing, but that doesn’t serve to settle Ishida down a bit. He realises he’s going a little pink and Orihime gives him an excited look, “Is it really, Ishida-kun? You never told me your birthday was today!”
Turning to the two others, Ichigo’s expression suddenly turns serious, “We should do something for him, guys. Ishida, think you could give us half an hour?”
Giving Ichigo a pained look that only he notices, Ishida finally nods reluctantly, “Don’t do anything special… please. I’d really rather that none of you knew about it.”
Ichigo nods, “We’ll be back in half an hour then. Let’s go guys – umm, I’ll meet you outside, I just need to go and get something.”
Sado and Orihime nod and walk out of the door and as soon as the door is closed, Ishida grabs the collar of Ichigo’s shirt, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I want you back in my bed, not out with Sado-kun and Inoue-san, wasting time we could be putting to better use!”
Giving him a patient look, Ichigo holds Ishida by the hips and gives him a gentle kiss, “Just trust me, okay? We’ll continue what we were doing later… we’ll stay up all night if you want.”
Smirking, Ishida kisses the redhead’s neck, “Mm, I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll be back soon, alright?” Ichigo’s hands stroke down the sides of Ishida’s face and the dark-haired boy smiles and nods. Kissing him again, Ichigo walks to the door, “Love you.”
*
“Alright, so do you have everything organised?” Ichigo asks as soon as he walks out of the flat and Orihime and Sado look up and him and nod. He smiles and leads the way out of the building, “Sorry I didn’t meet up with you guys before, I lost track of time.”
“Kurosaki-kun…” Orihime says and gives him an innocent look when he turns around, “Are you and Ishida-kun… umm… friends?”
Ichigo fights off the panic when he realises what Orihime is really trying to say and smiles casually, “Of course we are. We’re all friends, aren’t we?”
“But…” this time, it is Sado who speaks up, “…are you two close? Are you two…”
“Do you love each other, Kurosaki-kun?” Orihime asks and Ichigo flushes uncomfortably.
“Wh-what are you guys talking about? You’re being crazy. He… he’s a guy. He’s Ishida, of all people.” The redhead bites his lip as he realises how obvious it is that he is lying.
He feels a hand on his shoulder and knows that it is Sado, but turns anyway.
“We could tell. The way you always argue. The way you worry about him. The way you wanted to do something for his birthday so badly…” Sado says and Ichigo smiles to himself a little.
“As long as the two of you are happy, we’re happy!” Orihime piped up with a large reassuring smile and Ichigo finds himself relaxing a little. He begins to walk a little faster and the other two do the same as he walks to the place they had chosen, to see that everything has been set up just as they have planned.
*
Ichigo had been a good distraction from everything he usually feels on his birthday. But now that he isn’t there anymore, Ishida can feel the thoughts creeping back. He finds it surprising, how quickly being with Ichigo can change the way he feels, and how quickly he can fall back into it all as soon as he leaves. He closes his eyes and sighs, running a hand over his face and trying his best to raise a mental wall to block out the feelings that had bothered him the previous night. For the entire half hour, he sits still on the sofa, rubbing his forehead as though it will keep the thoughts away. It works for the most part, save for the stray thought that makes its way into his mind and stabs at his gut with the sick, guilty feeling that makes his muscles tense until he can push it back out of his mind.
It feels like two hours have passed when Ichigo lets himself into the flat again. By then, he no longer cares that Sado and Orihime are there, and immediately gets to his feet, walking towards the redhead and crushing their lips together. He can feel Ichigo’s hesitation, but it quickly disappears when the boy wraps his arms around him and returns the kiss. They pull apart and Ichigo checks to make sure that he’s okay before letting go of his shoulders. Ishida then looks over to where Sado and Orihime are standing, noticing that they don’t look very surprised at all. In fact, Orihime looks as though she is about to burst with happiness. Ichigo whispers to him that they know and he seizes with panic for a second before the redhead then amends that they support the idea of the two of them being together.
“Let’s go,” Ichigo is the first to speak and he takes Ishida’s hand in his, “You’re coming with us.”
The Quincy doesn’t protest as he is pulled outside, even when Ichigo doesn’t let go, and finds that he is being led towards Ichigo’s house and eyes the redhead suspiciously, but the other boy doesn’t make eye contact with him and continues looking ahead of him.
“Ichigo, what—?” he begins as they reach the door, but abruptly stops when he catches sight of all of the decorations. There are balloons, streamers… everything he had wanted to see on his birthday when he was a child. He can feel his ears going pink and he looks over at Ichigo, who grins at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Happy birthday, Uryuu-kun!” Ichigo’s father cheers loudly, running to the door and placing a party hat on his head, and then on Ichigo’s, Orihime’s and Sado’s heads as well.
They step into the house and see Ichigo’s sisters also wearing party hats. Yuzu has a big smile on her face as she carries a large chocolate cake onto the table and Karin is throwing streamers around with a grin.
“When did you—?” Ishida turns to look at Ichigo, unable to keep the smile from his face, “Did you organise all of this?”
“My little boy told me that his dear friend’s birthday was today and that we should throw a party for him!” Isshin explains enthusiastically, “And we set about making preparations straight away! I even moved Masaki’s poster for the day so that we could put up…”
“Dad, no! You told me that you were kidding about that!”
Both Ichigo and Ishida turn red as Isshin indicates the large poster with a picture of the Quincy with a blank expression that had been blown up and put on a blue and white Quincy cross patterned background with large letters reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY URYUU!” at the bottom.
“We have presents!” Orihime announced, indicating the pile of wrapped gifts and ushering the small group in their direction, “And we have cake! And lots of food! Yuzu-chan is a really good cook, her food is delicious~!”
Overwhelmed by the excitement and happiness of his own surprise birthday party, Ishida lets go of his usual cold mask and smiles, laughs and jokes with the rest of them, truly enjoying himself for the first time in sixteen years.
*
They sit on Ishida’s bed in the darkness as the Quincy finishes putting all of his presents away. Orihime had given him a new sewing kit with all of the material that she had noticed that Ishida had been running out of, Sado had bought him a shirt, Karin and Yuzu had given him a book, and Isshin had been punched by Ichigo when he had tried to give the boy a pack of condoms.
“I haven’t given you my present yet,” Ichigo murmurs, watching Ishida’s back as he moves around.
Stopping, the boy looks over his shoulder with a small smile, “You’ve spent the entire day with me, you threw me a party, you… you’ve given me more love in these few months than anyone else had given me in my entire life, Ichigo. I don’t think you really need to give me something more.”
“But…” Ichigo blushes uncharacteristically and pats the space on the bed beside him, and Ishida comes over to sit.
“Look, I know we’re only sixteen, but I also know I love you. More than anything.” He notices Ishida’s blush and turns even redder as he reaches into his pocket, “So I wanted to do something that would show you that I’ll never stop feeling this way for you. I mean, heck, I want you to always be there. I… God, this is embarrassing to put into words. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Is that okay with you?”
“Ichigo…” Ishida leans over to give him a small kiss, “You know I feel the same.”
“So…” the Shinigami takes a deep breath and pulls the small box out of his pocket, “I had this made for you. Just… I dunno, something physical to put my feelings into. Or something.”
Ishida’s eyes widen as it is given to him and he raises an eyebrow at Ichigo, who is avoiding eye contact with him, before opening it carefully. He gasps quietly at the sight of it – just a plain silver band, but the action moves him far more than he can put into words. He pulls it out of the box and in the light of the moon that falls on them, he can read the engraving on the inside of the ring, Kurosaki Ichigo + Ishida Uryuu. He looks up and this time, Ichigo is watching him with a nervous look. He holds his hand out and Ishida places his own in it. Taking the ring carefully from the dark-haired boy’s hand, he slides it onto a slender finger, kissing the hand, moving up to the neck and then finally the lips.
They share a kiss, the intensity of which they had never experienced before, and Ishida pulls the other boy down onto the bed by the shoulders, sliding his hands under the shirt and over the planes of Ichigo’s back. Snapping the box shut and placing it on the table beside them, Ichigo returns to Ishida and kisses him repeatedly, pulling his clothes off carefully.
As he closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of Ichigo murmuring quietly to him as he removes clothing, Ishida knows without any doubt, that this is most definitely the best birthday he has ever had.
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 6560
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: boylove, and a whole lotta smex 8D
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Kii saves the best for last. Oh yes she does xD This is the fic that I actually started writing for Uryuu's birthday. The others were just.... "hey! I can also put this up!" fics xD And Broken was umm... an impulse fic? I just randomly decided to write it xD but yes~ here's the last of my birthday fics for Uryuu!! Hope you like ^__^
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ishi_ichi and bleach_yaoi It is five minutes to midnight and he lies in bed, eyes wide open and the room in darkness save for his reading light. He holds his right hand up, tilted slightly so that he can watch the seconds tick by.
Four minutes.
He closes his eyes and sighs. He hates this day, almost as much as he will hate the next. He hates this time of the year, every year, when he remembers why he’s alive. No – how he is alive.
Three minutes.
It was never celebrated at home. Only his grandfather would make an effort to make it a happy day. When he was a child it worked, but now that his grandfather is dead…
Two minutes.
He feels guilty for wanting to celebrate. For wanting to feel happy and light-hearted on this day, just like he sees others feeling happy at their own times of the year.
One minute.
It is the one day he questions his self-worth the most. No, in fact, it usually stretches for the entire week. The dread that comes before, and the empty feeling that comes afterwards.
Three. Two. One.
Happy birthday, Uryuu.
This is sixteen years of your death, Okaa-san. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, Ryuuken. It was my fault.
Closing his eyes, he removes his glasses and watch, placing them on his bedside table before turning the light off and lying there, unable to sleep. He stares up into the darkness, preparing himself to be alone. This is the day on which he feels most weak, which is the reason he doesn’t tell anyone the date of his birthday. Not the friendly and eager to help Inoue, not the silent and understanding Sado and most importantly, not – definitely not – Kurosaki. Not of all the people. Not Ichigo.
The figure waits at the windowsill. It looks inside, between the curtains, masking itself in the night. There is absolutely no disturbance in the surroundings to betray its presence. It waits until it is entirely sure that the one inside is in deep slumber. Only then is the window pushed open and the figure silently lets itself in. The moon comes out from behind the cloud that had been obscuring it and its dim light falls on a head of orange hair that looks dull in the darkness. A pair of brown eyes scan the room and Ichigo leans against the wall with a small sigh. It is different – and much more difficult – for him to do this in his human form, rather than his Shinigami form, but he knows that this is how he wants to do things. When he wakes Ishida on his birthday, he wants to be there in his entirety, not just his soul.
Crossing the room, he stops at the bed and places a knee carefully on the mattress, checking a reaction. When there is none, he puts more weight onto the bed and lies beside the other boy, his fingers hovering a short distance over a pale cheek. Pressing his lips ever so lightly against the slightly parted ones of the sleeping figure, he closes his eyes with a small smile, “Sweet dreams, Uryuu.”
In his dream, Ichigo is everywhere. His voice is in the air, there is his scent teasing at Ishida’s nose. There is Ichigo’s taste of his lips, on Ishida’s tongue. His skin is tingling, warm and alert as it always is when Ichigo touches him. But he can’t see him. Where is he? He frowns and looks around. Ichigo… Ichigo… the moment doesn’t feel complete. A small part of his mind wonders if he should have told Ichigo about his birthday. Perhaps even the reason why he doesn’t celebrate it. Because now, he will have to face a day without Ichigo. No Ichigo… he no longer hears the voice. He cannot smell the sacred scent. The taste is gone, and his skin feels cold. There is no Ichigo. Everything is empty.
He wakes with a start.
“Hey, calm down… it was just a bad dream,” a voice murmurs into his ear and a pair of hands hold his shoulders.
This frightens him even more and he gropes blindly for his glasses, to have the hands carefully slide them onto his face. The first thing he sees are eyes. Big, caring and wonderfully familiar eyes.
“Ichigo…”
“Happy birthday,” the redhead whispers with a smile, kissing Ishida’s forehead.
As a pair of arms wrap around him, the world sounds, smells, tastes and feels like Ichigo again, but this time, Ishida can also see him. He feels a strong surge of emotion that makes his chest hurt a little. Relief, joy, love…
“Idiot, who the hell told you it was my birthday?” he asks, hitting Ichigo’s shoulder, only able to express the irritation he feels, as though he has been caught doing something shameful and feels the need to get defensive.
Ichigo is not hurt or otherwise fazed by this reaction and rubs Ishida’s arm, “Idiot. Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”
“Personal matters,” the dark-haired boy mutters and Ichigo learns back against the pillows he has propped up behind him. Ishida idly wonders how long Ichigo had been awake for being he had woken up. He has already guessed that the boy had sneaked into his room in the middle of the night, as the window is still open.
“I know,” Ichigo murmurs, bringing Ishida back to reality. He frowns slightly and the redhead continues, “Come on… we’ve been with each other for a while now. I know you don’t always tell me things that are important, so I need to find out another way. I asked Inoue what she knows. Checked your records. Stuff like that.”
“You… what?” Ishida looks shocked, “You…”
“Hey,” Ichigo’s expression turns serious, “You’ve done it to me.”
The Quincy’s shoulders sad as he knows that he cannot argue with this.
“So I found out your birthday’s today. And Inoue told me that Mr. Perfect Attendance Dork missed one day of school every year for all the time you’ve been at school for. Today.”
Ishida looks away with a small frown and Ichigo gently pulls him down into his arms, nuzzling into the back of his neck, “There’s a day I don’t go to school every year too. Who is it?”
Turning to his other side so that he is facing the redhead, Ishida buries his face in the tanned neck, “My mother.”
“Shit,” Ichigo’s grip on the other boy’s sides tightens, “I’m so sorry.”
Shaking his head slightly, he bites his lower lip in an attempt to keep his emotions under check, “She died giving birth to me. It’s my fault.”
“No it’s not,” Ichigo immediately whispers, bringing a hand up to stroke the dark hair, “Don’t ever tell yourself that. Dad has to deal with those sometimes. When it’s an emergency and they can’t get to the hospital. The mum knows what has to happen. She always chooses the kid’s life. You hear me, Uryuu? It’s not your fault. She wanted you to live.”
Ishida doesn’t say anything, but he holds onto Ichigo tightly, breathing in the comfortingly familiar scent that belongs to him and silently wishing that he can find the right words to thank the redhead with.
“Shouldn’t you be going? School starts soon,” he murmurs, looking into Ichigo’s eyes.
The Shinigami shakes his head, “Not going today. Want to say here with you.”
With a small frown, Ishida sits up and looks at him in silence. Looking away, Ichigo uses his arm to prop his head up, “I’ll stay here if you’re going to visit your mum’s grave. Just want to be here, with you.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Ishida murmurs, bending over to give the other boy a small kiss, “If you’re not going to school, you’re coming with me.”
“But…” Ichigo sits up and looks at the other boy carefully, “You said yourself that it’s personal.”
Stroking the redhead’s cheek with a thumb, Ishida gives him a small smile, “Visiting Okaa-san’s grave is important to me, Ichigo, and this time I want to share it with someone who’s equally as important to me.
Holding Ishida close, Ichigo buries his face in the dark hair, “I love you.”
Murmuring the same, the Quincy stands up and gives Ichigo a small smile, “We should brush our teeth you know. And take a shower.”
At the possibility of showering together, Ichigo gets to his feet and smirks, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s waist, “Then let’s go.”
Ichigo isn’t patient at the best of times, and when it’s finally time for their shower, he undresses Ishida as quickly as possibly, dragging him into the shower after stripping off his own clothes as well.
“Mmmf—” the dark-haired boy tries to say something, but it is muffled against Ichigo’s mouth as he is pulled in for a kiss. He groans as he is pushed against the cold, tiled wall of the shower and their cocks, both already half-hard, slide against each other, almost immediately growing to their full size.
Ichigo grins, sucking on Ishida’s neck as his hand reaches down to stroke the other boy’s erection, which is warm and wet due to the water dripping between their bodies.
“So hot, Uryuu,” he murmurs, panting lightly against the sensitive skin of his neck, making those blue eyes flutter shut as the boy moans softly.
“Do you want me to make you come?” Ichigo asks, his voice husky with lust and Ishida cannot remember being this aroused this early in the morning ever before – not that there is enough blood left in his brain for him to use his memory.
“Please… Ichigo…” is all he can manage before the redhead begins to pump harder and it takes all of Ishida’s self-control not to scream as he comes in short spurts all over Ichigo’s hand.
The Shinigami grins, moving forward for a kiss from the flushed boy leaning against the wall and panting heavily, “Happy birthday, Uryuu, we haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Finally, a smile spreads across the thin lips and an arm snakes around Ichigo’s neck to pull him closer into a passionate kiss, pulling away only when the need for air can no longer be ignored. Ishida runs his hands through Ichigo’s hair, pushing it out his face and stroking down the sides of his face.
“I do hope you know that I plan on returning the favour,” he whispers, chuckling at the way Ichigo’s cock twitches when his fingers wrap around the base.
“Uryuu…” he gasps, thrusting against the touch and closing his eyes, “You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself today, not giving me the attention…”
“Mm, but I am enjoying myself, Ichigo…” the dark-haired boy murmurs, giving Ichigo’s warm neck a bite, “All of your little sounds when I do this… you’re so fucking sexy.”
Moaning loudly, Ichigo grips Ishida tightly by the shoulders. What the Quincy is doing with his hands is quickly destroying his ability to think straight, but hearing the low murmur just pushes him off the edge completely and he comes hard, gasping and panting as Ishida’s arms wrap around him. He is surprised when he is kissed gently, with Ishida’s tongue lapping lightly at his lips before sliding into his mouth, where he sucks on it.
With a small smile when they separate, Ishida hides his face against Ichigo’s neck, “You’ve already made it the best birthday I’ve ever had, just being here. Thank you so much.”
Running his hands down the other boy’s sides, Ichigo smirks as well, “Not a problem. Come on… let’s actually get clean before the water turns cold.”
They barely manage to finish washing themselves before the hot water runs out and they step out of the shower, Ichigo holding onto Ishida’s wrists and leaning over to press his lips against the other boy’s forehead as they drip all over the floor. Taking Ishida’s towel, Ichigo dries him with it before Ishida does the same to him and they get dressed, heading to the kitchen to eat.
By the time they are ready to leave to the shrine, it is already eleven o’clock. They catch the bus and sit together at the back in silence, all previous playfulness gone at the thought of the serious occasion. They disembark and Ichigo waits patiently while Ishida ducks into a nearby florist and spends almost ten minutes deliberating over which flowers to buy. He ends up buying two different bouquets and Ichigo offers to carry one, nodding in understanding when Ishida murmurs that he would rather carry them both. They walk to the tomb stone and Ichigo notices that the tomb stone for Ishida Souken isn’t far from where they stop. He also notices the guilty look in Ishida’s eyes when he looks in the direction of his grandfather’s grave and wants to take him into his arms and make him feel better, but knows that this is neither the time nor place to do so.
He watches Ishida kneel in front of the grave and place the flowers on the ground. They stay this way for a long moment and finally, the dark-haired boy straightens up and looks at the other, managing a small smile.
Looking around to make sure that no one can see them, Ichigo pulls Ishida into his arms and quietly asks if he is okay. Ishida replies that he’s fine and thanks Ichigo for being there with him.
They walk back to the bus stop and Ichigo asks Ishida to wait for a moment as he walks into the florist, returning with a single long-stemmed rose which he hands to the boy with a small kiss. Blushing, the Quincy reminds his companion that they are in public, and Ichigo looks around to see many people doing their very best not to look at them. He smiles and steps away slightly so that Ishida does not feel uncomfortable. He can’t help but notice the way Ishida holds the rose close to him, or the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
When they return to Ishida’s flat, finally out of sight from the rest of the world, the Quincy finds a vase for the rose and then pulls the other boy into a kiss. It is not like the kisses Ichigo usually receives from Ishida, which are always deceptively innocent, at least at the beginning until they become more rough and demanding as he lets Ichigo know what he really wants. This is not the case now, as Ishida’s hands immediately begin to rub at Ichigo’s groin, a smile spreading across his face as he feels the bulge grow in size and hardness until Ichigo is slowly thrusting against the hand, groaning softly each time the friction sends a jolt of pleasure through his body.
“Fuck me, Ichigo?” he murmurs against an ear and although it is a question, the other boy knows he wouldn’t be able to say no if he wanted to. Instead, he gathers the slender body in his arms and carries him to the bedroom, dumping him onto the soft mattress and almost immediately crawling onto him, kissing down his neck and unzipping his shirt. Ishida gasps as he feels the warm tongue swirl around a nipple before sucking hard, Ichigo’s right hand rubbing the other. By the time Ichigo is done with his chest, Ishida’s erection has already grown to its full size and is leaking precum.
With a grin, Ichigo dips his head down and Ishida closes his eyes in anticipation of what comes next. Ichigo first licks the salty droplets off the head of the erection, tongue tracing its way down to the base, where he laps at Ishida’s balls. This makes the Quincy yelp and lift his hips off the bed. Ichigo smiles and holds them gently, lowering them carefully back down and placing his arm across Ishida’s legs to stop him from kicking about. He slowly and carefully wrapped his lips around the tip of the cock, taking it into his mouth a little at a time and sucking gently, loving the range of sounds he is drawing from the other boy.
His tongue massages the sides of the organ as he takes the entire length into his mouth and they both groan at the feeling of it. Ishida knows not to buck or thrust and Ichigo can tell by the way he’s panting and shaking, that he is only barely managing to control his body, and that he’s very close.
“Ichi…go…” he gasps, and it is the only warning before he releases with a loud gasp, shuddering at the pleasure of it all, particularly when he opens an eye to see Ichigo licking him clean.
Ichigo is pulled up for a kiss and Ishida sucks gently on his tongue in an imitation of the treatment he has just received. He feels Ichigo grin into their kiss and smiles himself. Their kiss deepens and is finally broken by Ichigo, who lifts himself slightly off Ishida’s body so as to not crush him and breathes against his ear. “Condoms?”
They look into each other’s eyes for a moment and Ishida finally shakes his head, “No. I want to feel you. All of you.”
Ichigo groans quietly at how much these words turn him on and he reaches over for the lube. Ishida listens to the sounds of the gel being rubbed onto the rough hands before he feels a hand holding his leg, the index finger of the other hand gently circling around his entrance before being pushed in, along with the middle finger to stretch him. Ishida lets out a small whimper at the feeling of this, bucking against it and they both gasp as the fingers slide deeper.
It soon becomes clear that Ishida does not feel like being patient, and he urges the other boy to take him, writhing under his body. This serves to destroy Ichigo’s self control very quickly and he withdraws his fingers, entering him slowly until he is completely inside. Then, he pulls most of the way out before slamming inside again, causing Ishida to cry out in pleasure as the head of Ichigo’s cock rubs against his prostate and the world goes a blinding white for a moment. They pant loudly against each other as they move together, and Ichigo angles his thrusts to brush against the other boy’s prostate each time their hips come together, making Ishida purr into his ear. Despite the fact that Ichigo enjoys the variety of expression that cross the other boy’s face when he is fucked hard and fast, he moves slow and carefully, drawing long and loud moans from the boy underneath him.
Long fingers grip onto Ichigo’s shoulders and then wind into his hair as Ishida gasps, pressing his head back into the pillow beneath him, “Harder…”
With a grin, Ichigo complies and the volume of Ishida’s moans increases until he comes, spraying his release against Ichigo’s chest and tightening around his cock, pushing the redhead off the edge as well. They separate and collapse on the bed, panting and waiting to catch their breath. Ichigo gets up after a while and finds a towel to wipe them both clean and lies down, asking Ishida if he wants to rest for a while. The Quincy is already asleep and Ichigo smiles to himself, kissing the pale forehead before closing his eyes as well.
Ichigo always seems to wake up before him, Ishida notices, as he wakes up to find the bed beside him is empty, but is still warm and smells of the other boy, telling him that he had woken not too long before. Getting up and pulling his clothes on, he makes his way to the lounge room to find Ichigo sitting there and waiting for him. The redhead stands up and gives him a small kiss in greeting, stroking the sides of his face, “You hungry?”
Ishida nods and looks towards the kitchen, but Ichigo takes hold of his wrist, “I’m taking you out to lunch.”
Upon seeing the look in the brown eyes, the Quincy doesn’t argue and smiles instead, an action that makes Ichigo smile as well. They kiss again, this time staying together for longer and Ishida finally pulls away, taking Ichigo by the hand and finding his keys and wallet before slipping his shoes on and walking out of his flat.
Ichigo hides his disappointment well when he feels the hand let go of his once they step outside and looks around, “So. Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere. I don’t really mind,” is the reply, but Ishida is secretly thrilled when he follows Ichigo to his favourite Chinese restaurant; mostly over the fact that Ichigo remembers that it is. They walk in and Ishida lets Ichigo order, unable to keep the small smile from his face when he hears Ichigo ordering all of his favourite food.
They sit at a table and begin to eat, and Ishida cannot ignore the way Ichigo is looking at him. At first, he loves the attention and passes it off as the redhead being eager to make his birthday fun for him, but as time passes, he can tell that yes, Ichigo does want to make it a fun day for him… just in a much less innocent way than he had originally thought. He can see a hunger in the brown eyes that he knows has absolutely nothing to do with the food in front of them – a look that he doesn’t see very often, but when he does, he knows he will thoroughly enjoy himself. He absently wonders how soon they can return home.
He is sure that this eagerness is showing in his eyes, because Ichigo looks deep into the blue orbs and smirks. However, instead of speeding things up, he slows them down. He eats slower, he does everything he can to drag out the time they are there for. Ishida inwardly scowls, knowing that Ichigo enjoys teasing him almost as much as he enjoys screwing him. He wills himself to be patient and looks away from the Shinigami and continues to eat, knowing how much Ichigo doesn’t like being ignored. Surely enough, in less than half a minute, the redhead’s foot is rubbing against his leg demandingly. As he refuses to indulge the other boy, the patience Ichigo has summoned in order to tease the boy quickly vanishes and he stands up.
“Come on. We’re going home.”
Giving him an innocent look, Ishida nods and bites the back of his tongue to hold off the grin at the sight of the desire burning in the brown eyes watching him. Ichigo pays and they walk out of the restaurant, returning back to Ishida’s flat in less than ten minutes.
Once the door is closed behind them, Ichigo pushes the other boy against the door and kisses him hungrily. Ishida chuckles as they pull apart and holds Ichigo’s shirt by the collar, ready to take it off as soon as he needs to, “First the shower, then earlier, and now? Ichigo, you’re insatiable.”
“Think you can keep up, gorgeous?” Ichigo murmurs, undoing Ishida’s fly and sliding his hands into the boy’s pants, “I want you bad.”
“Mmmmm, I can tell,” the dark-haired boy responds with a grin, rubbing at Ichigo’s hard-on through his pants, “Just don’t delude yourself into thinking I’m going to let you take me twice in a day.”
Ichigo’s eyes widen, not only at the wonderful pleasure brought on by the other boy’s actions, but also when he processes Ishida’s words. “You mean, you’re going to—?”
“Only if you don’t mind, of course,” he murmurs, but the look in blue eyes, mixed with the way his fingers are caressing the Shinigami’s cock, makes Ichigo unable to say no to anything his boyfriend asks of him.
They make their way to the bedroom again, tripping over each other and Ichigo is made to lie on the sheets – which Ishida had changed earlier – and is kissed roughly. He gasps as Ishida climbs onto him and pulls his clothes off and leaving a trail of hot kisses from Ichigo’s neck down his torso. The redhead holds his breath, expecting the lips to wrap around his arousal, but Ishida is not always as patient as the other boy. He undresses himself and picks up the bottle of lube, spreading it over his hands and preparing Ichigo. The redhead moans loudly at the feeling of the long fingers stretching him and once Ishida deems him ready, he withdraws his fingers and rolls a condom onto himself before thrusting in none too gently. They both moan and rock against each other, Ishida’s eyes shut at the feeling of the tightness surrounding him; it isn’t often that he takes Ichigo, and its still something he is not entirely used to, but by the sounds of the redhead’s groaning and gasping, he decides that he’s doing things properly and thrusts a little harder.
“Oh shit, Uryuu…” Ichigo finds it impossible to keep silent and he closes his eyes, clenching his teeth in a desperate attempt to keep some kind of control over his body. It doesn’t work and he bucks against the other boy, letting out a small whine, “Fuck…me…harder.”
Ishida is only too happy to oblige, but this is when the doorbell rings. They both freeze despite their previous need for friction and Ishida frowns in concentration for a moment before swearing quietly, “Sado-kun and Inoue-san. What time is it?”
Blinking until the pleasure haze fades, Ichigo checks the wall clock and makes a face, “Four already?”
Sighing, Ishida bends over to kiss Ichigo apologetically, “I need to go answer the door.”
Ichigo looks like he is about to protest, but nods instead, “Yeah. You want me to stay in here?”
“Please,” comes the reply and Ishida pulls out of Ichigo, removing the condom and throwing it out before wiping himself down and getting dressed, going to the bathroom and splashing cold water onto his face for good measure before answering the door, which is constantly being knocked on.
He manages a surprised look when he sees Sado and Orihime and can even manage to work some of it into his voice, “Sado-kun, Inoue-san! What are you doing here?”
“We came to see if everything was okay. You didn’t come to school, and Kurosaki-kun wasn’t there either, and we were worried that maybe you were attacked by a big Hollow or something and were injured!” Orihime said and then grabbed onto Ishida’s arm, as though to ensure that he wasn’t scratched. Then, her eyes widen, “Uwaah, Ishida-kun! You smell just like Kurosaki-kun~!”
Ishida looks shocked for a moment, but neither of the other two notice it. Sado tilts his head, only then realising, “Ishida… is Ichigo here? I can sense his reiatsu.”
Not knowing what to say, Ishida looks around and sees Ichigo walking out of his room. His eyes widen, but Ichigo gives him a look telling him to trust him, and to play along.
“Hey, Ishida… I can’t find that textbook. You sure it was in that room?” he asks and then looks at Sado and Orihime and smiles, “Hey, guys! Did we miss anything important at school today?”
Ishida winces at Ichigo’s reference to the both of them and Orihime gives the two boys a concerned look, “How come you weren’t at school today, guys?… Oh. Wait, I think I know why Ishida-kun wasn’t at school, but how come you weren’t, Kurosaki-kun?”
Scratching his head and doing his best to act casual, Ichigo shrugs, “Eh, well I slept in this morning and woke up two hours late to school. And then I realised I had lots of work to catch up on, so I decided to stay at home and do that. And then I noticed that Ishida wasn’t at school either, and came over here to ask him for some help.”
Ishida bites his lower lip as he waits to see if the others believe the story, and after a moment, they do and Orihime smiles, “You worried us, guys! I thought you were hurt or something! Give us some warning before you do that again!”
Nodding quickly, Ishida watches them carefully to see if they have anything else to say, as he is feeling rather impatient to get back to Ichigo. Suddenly, the Shinigami speaks up, “Hey. Ishida. It’s your birthday today, isn’t it? I just remembered.”
Ishida’s eyes widen and he gives Ichigo a questioning look. The redhead seems to know what he is doing, but that doesn’t serve to settle Ishida down a bit. He realises he’s going a little pink and Orihime gives him an excited look, “Is it really, Ishida-kun? You never told me your birthday was today!”
Turning to the two others, Ichigo’s expression suddenly turns serious, “We should do something for him, guys. Ishida, think you could give us half an hour?”
Giving Ichigo a pained look that only he notices, Ishida finally nods reluctantly, “Don’t do anything special… please. I’d really rather that none of you knew about it.”
Ichigo nods, “We’ll be back in half an hour then. Let’s go guys – umm, I’ll meet you outside, I just need to go and get something.”
Sado and Orihime nod and walk out of the door and as soon as the door is closed, Ishida grabs the collar of Ichigo’s shirt, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I want you back in my bed, not out with Sado-kun and Inoue-san, wasting time we could be putting to better use!”
Giving him a patient look, Ichigo holds Ishida by the hips and gives him a gentle kiss, “Just trust me, okay? We’ll continue what we were doing later… we’ll stay up all night if you want.”
Smirking, Ishida kisses the redhead’s neck, “Mm, I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll be back soon, alright?” Ichigo’s hands stroke down the sides of Ishida’s face and the dark-haired boy smiles and nods. Kissing him again, Ichigo walks to the door, “Love you.”
“Alright, so do you have everything organised?” Ichigo asks as soon as he walks out of the flat and Orihime and Sado look up and him and nod. He smiles and leads the way out of the building, “Sorry I didn’t meet up with you guys before, I lost track of time.”
“Kurosaki-kun…” Orihime says and gives him an innocent look when he turns around, “Are you and Ishida-kun… umm… friends?”
Ichigo fights off the panic when he realises what Orihime is really trying to say and smiles casually, “Of course we are. We’re all friends, aren’t we?”
“But…” this time, it is Sado who speaks up, “…are you two close? Are you two…”
“Do you love each other, Kurosaki-kun?” Orihime asks and Ichigo flushes uncomfortably.
“Wh-what are you guys talking about? You’re being crazy. He… he’s a guy. He’s Ishida, of all people.” The redhead bites his lip as he realises how obvious it is that he is lying.
He feels a hand on his shoulder and knows that it is Sado, but turns anyway.
“We could tell. The way you always argue. The way you worry about him. The way you wanted to do something for his birthday so badly…” Sado says and Ichigo smiles to himself a little.
“As long as the two of you are happy, we’re happy!” Orihime piped up with a large reassuring smile and Ichigo finds himself relaxing a little. He begins to walk a little faster and the other two do the same as he walks to the place they had chosen, to see that everything has been set up just as they have planned.
Ichigo had been a good distraction from everything he usually feels on his birthday. But now that he isn’t there anymore, Ishida can feel the thoughts creeping back. He finds it surprising, how quickly being with Ichigo can change the way he feels, and how quickly he can fall back into it all as soon as he leaves. He closes his eyes and sighs, running a hand over his face and trying his best to raise a mental wall to block out the feelings that had bothered him the previous night. For the entire half hour, he sits still on the sofa, rubbing his forehead as though it will keep the thoughts away. It works for the most part, save for the stray thought that makes its way into his mind and stabs at his gut with the sick, guilty feeling that makes his muscles tense until he can push it back out of his mind.
It feels like two hours have passed when Ichigo lets himself into the flat again. By then, he no longer cares that Sado and Orihime are there, and immediately gets to his feet, walking towards the redhead and crushing their lips together. He can feel Ichigo’s hesitation, but it quickly disappears when the boy wraps his arms around him and returns the kiss. They pull apart and Ichigo checks to make sure that he’s okay before letting go of his shoulders. Ishida then looks over to where Sado and Orihime are standing, noticing that they don’t look very surprised at all. In fact, Orihime looks as though she is about to burst with happiness. Ichigo whispers to him that they know and he seizes with panic for a second before the redhead then amends that they support the idea of the two of them being together.
“Let’s go,” Ichigo is the first to speak and he takes Ishida’s hand in his, “You’re coming with us.”
The Quincy doesn’t protest as he is pulled outside, even when Ichigo doesn’t let go, and finds that he is being led towards Ichigo’s house and eyes the redhead suspiciously, but the other boy doesn’t make eye contact with him and continues looking ahead of him.
“Ichigo, what—?” he begins as they reach the door, but abruptly stops when he catches sight of all of the decorations. There are balloons, streamers… everything he had wanted to see on his birthday when he was a child. He can feel his ears going pink and he looks over at Ichigo, who grins at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“Happy birthday, Uryuu-kun!” Ichigo’s father cheers loudly, running to the door and placing a party hat on his head, and then on Ichigo’s, Orihime’s and Sado’s heads as well.
They step into the house and see Ichigo’s sisters also wearing party hats. Yuzu has a big smile on her face as she carries a large chocolate cake onto the table and Karin is throwing streamers around with a grin.
“When did you—?” Ishida turns to look at Ichigo, unable to keep the smile from his face, “Did you organise all of this?”
“My little boy told me that his dear friend’s birthday was today and that we should throw a party for him!” Isshin explains enthusiastically, “And we set about making preparations straight away! I even moved Masaki’s poster for the day so that we could put up…”
“Dad, no! You told me that you were kidding about that!”
Both Ichigo and Ishida turn red as Isshin indicates the large poster with a picture of the Quincy with a blank expression that had been blown up and put on a blue and white Quincy cross patterned background with large letters reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY URYUU!” at the bottom.
“We have presents!” Orihime announced, indicating the pile of wrapped gifts and ushering the small group in their direction, “And we have cake! And lots of food! Yuzu-chan is a really good cook, her food is delicious~!”
Overwhelmed by the excitement and happiness of his own surprise birthday party, Ishida lets go of his usual cold mask and smiles, laughs and jokes with the rest of them, truly enjoying himself for the first time in sixteen years.
They sit on Ishida’s bed in the darkness as the Quincy finishes putting all of his presents away. Orihime had given him a new sewing kit with all of the material that she had noticed that Ishida had been running out of, Sado had bought him a shirt, Karin and Yuzu had given him a book, and Isshin had been punched by Ichigo when he had tried to give the boy a pack of condoms.
“I haven’t given you my present yet,” Ichigo murmurs, watching Ishida’s back as he moves around.
Stopping, the boy looks over his shoulder with a small smile, “You’ve spent the entire day with me, you threw me a party, you… you’ve given me more love in these few months than anyone else had given me in my entire life, Ichigo. I don’t think you really need to give me something more.”
“But…” Ichigo blushes uncharacteristically and pats the space on the bed beside him, and Ishida comes over to sit.
“Look, I know we’re only sixteen, but I also know I love you. More than anything.” He notices Ishida’s blush and turns even redder as he reaches into his pocket, “So I wanted to do something that would show you that I’ll never stop feeling this way for you. I mean, heck, I want you to always be there. I… God, this is embarrassing to put into words. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Is that okay with you?”
“Ichigo…” Ishida leans over to give him a small kiss, “You know I feel the same.”
“So…” the Shinigami takes a deep breath and pulls the small box out of his pocket, “I had this made for you. Just… I dunno, something physical to put my feelings into. Or something.”
Ishida’s eyes widen as it is given to him and he raises an eyebrow at Ichigo, who is avoiding eye contact with him, before opening it carefully. He gasps quietly at the sight of it – just a plain silver band, but the action moves him far more than he can put into words. He pulls it out of the box and in the light of the moon that falls on them, he can read the engraving on the inside of the ring, Kurosaki Ichigo + Ishida Uryuu. He looks up and this time, Ichigo is watching him with a nervous look. He holds his hand out and Ishida places his own in it. Taking the ring carefully from the dark-haired boy’s hand, he slides it onto a slender finger, kissing the hand, moving up to the neck and then finally the lips.
They share a kiss, the intensity of which they had never experienced before, and Ishida pulls the other boy down onto the bed by the shoulders, sliding his hands under the shirt and over the planes of Ichigo’s back. Snapping the box shut and placing it on the table beside them, Ichigo returns to Ishida and kisses him repeatedly, pulling his clothes off carefully.
As he closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of Ichigo murmuring quietly to him as he removes clothing, Ishida knows without any doubt, that this is most definitely the best birthday he has ever had.
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