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Title: Fascination

Author: mysticarchangel

Beta: xtrek

Pairing: Ichigo/Ukitake

Rating: M

Warnings: pwp, yaoi

Word Count: 3527

Summary: Ukitake visits Ichigo with a little more than drinking tea
on his mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, it belongs to Tite Kubo

-.-.-

How did it happen? When did it start?

He didn't know. But his fascination was
growing. He had to admit that he was fascinated by the calm presence of the
older man. Deep in his mind, he kept saying again and again how wrong it was.
But he could not help it.

So many reasons why this could not work.

So many reasons why this should not work.

The other man was so much older than
himself.

He was calmer, more respectable.

He was a taichou.

He was not supposed to be here.

But why was he here then?

He had his duties over there.

He had a division to run.

But he was here.

Why?

It was so wrong. Everything. The situation.
Even his thoughts.

They were both men.

It was so wrong.

Why?

Then why?

Why did it feel so right?

He saw white hair. So pure. So long. So
silky looking. Purer than snow. He wished he could run his fingers through the
white strands, to feel if they were as soft as they looked.

But no! Wrong thoughts. He should not think
about those things.

He should not space out. That would be
dangerous... well, that might be a little exaggerated...

He had to pay attention to his
surroundings, not drift off.

Especially not, when his problem sat in
front of him at the opposite side of the table, enjoying his tea.

It was not the first time Ukitake paid the
teen a visit. It was not the first time and probably would not be the last. But
something was different that day.

�

Ichigo frowned. Ukitake had visited him
quite often lately. Every time they sat there, talking and drinking tea at
Ichigo's home. He would lie if he said he did not like his company. But
something was odd that day.

He had to focus his mind. He should not
follow this trail of thoughts...

Wait... did Ukitake just move closer?

No, it couldn't be. Why should Ukitake do
so? This was not a good moment to get paranoid.

Ichigo took a nip of his tea and focused
his mind on the present...or maybe the presence.

His eyes trailed back to the silky, white
hair. He followed it to the beautiful face. A gentle smile played on Ukitake's
lips as he took another sip of his tea. His eyes were smiling, too. But he did
not like the hidden sparkle in them. What was different? Why did he look at him
like this? And why was Ukitake changing his sitting position more often than
usual?

-.-

Ukitake waited. Ichigo was tense. He could
see that easily. The substitute shinigami was always easy to read. He could not
hide his reiatsu. Maybe nobody could hide this amount of spiritual power
completely. But it was not only the power that attracted him. There was so much
more than the power.

Ichigo's determination to protect his
friends. How he had invaded Soul Society to rescue Rukia. At that time Ichigo
had not only invaded Soul Society.

He could not help but think about how
Ichigo never failed to impress him. He might be naive, not able to sense or
read reiatsu, or even have complete control over his power, but he was not
dumb. A lot of people tended to underestimate him because of his lack of
control, because of his age. They forgot that he had never been to the Academy.
That he had never learned things that were common knowledge among the
shinigami.

Right in this moment Ichigo also proved
that he was not dense about his surroundings. He already

suspected that Ukitake was acting slightly
out of character.

Ichigo was tense, although Ukitake had
worked on this for months. He had tried to get Ichigo used to his company but
Ichigo gave him a suspicious frown. The white haired taichou could not decide
if it had been a good or bad plan. The more he got to know Ichigo, the more he
was lost in the cobweb of thoughts. Ichigo's personality was fascinating and
before he had fully realized, he was addicted to the teen in all aspects.

Ichigo's firm belief in friendship. His
protectiveness over the people who were important to him. His vibrant orange
hair, that looked so spiky. His deep brown eyes that hid so much. His smirk and
even his frown. There were so many details of Ichigo to explore.

Ukitake smiled. He had to admit that he was
attracted to the human in front of him, he was fascinating. Ukitake knew what
he wanted and he would get him.

He also knew that his former plan would not
work anymore. The outcome of that would have been really great. Tea, a good
conservation and innocent, little touches that would have slowly led to
more...Well, that would not work anymore but he only needed to wait a little
bit longer. Because sometimes Isshin was very talkative and dropped useful
information about his son. He deeply hoped he could stand waiting longer. Maybe
he should not have prepared himself before coming over here. It was getting
uncomfortable...

-.-

Ichigo watched the taichou as he closed his
eyes. Obviously, he enjoyed the served tea. He liked how the older man savoured
the taste.

They shared a friendly silence. Although Ichigo
was a little uneasy with the glint in the other's eyes. Both of them were lost
in thoughts...

Ichigo shifted and winced at the movement.
His back and neck were sore. That damn old man...first he had made him help in
the clinic with a patient who had panicked at the sight of a syringe. Then he
had sparred with his father for an hour, before he had left with the twins for
a weekend trip.

-.-.-

Ukitake had waited patiently and now got
his reward. He hid a smile and put on a worried face.

�Kurosaki-kun? Are you alright?� He asked
anxiously although he already knew the answer. Now he was not allowed to make a
mistake or he would scare the teen away. He had to take this carefully step by
step. He had waited long enough. There was no need to rush...

�Ah, it's nothing,
Ukitake-san. Don't worry.�

He knew that Ichigo would brush it off. It
was time for the next step.

�Well then...Rukia
mentioned a box which I should bring her. Do you mind showing me where it is?�

�Why does she
bother you with it? She should get her shit herself.�

�She searched for
a way to get it without her brother knowing and I owed her a favor.�

Ichigo shrugged. He was not sure if he
wanted to know why exactly the taichou owed her a favor. He was her superior at
last.

�It's upstairs in my room. Hidden under the
spare futons in my closet as she wanted me to.�

The teen stood up and headed towards the
stairs. Ukitake followed Ichigo slowly into his room. It was not the first time
that he had entered the teen's bedroom. The taichou watched Ichigo as he threw
a futon out of the closet. While Ichigo was occupied with searching in his
closet and cursing about a certain midget, Ukitake kicked slightly at the futon
and uncoiled it. This would become handy for the next step of his plan.

-.-.-

Ichigo was almost buried in his closet when
he finally found the box.

�Here it is!� He groaned and heaved the box
out of the closet. It was heavy. His back and neck were not happy about lifting
it.

�Damn... what did she put in this?� Ichigo
started a rant filled with curses about Rukia. He reached out to his neck to
rub the sore muscles. Ukitake caught his wrist.

�U-Ukitake-san?� Ichigo was a little bit
embarrassed by the closeness. The older man ignored him and let run his hand
over the muscles. Ichigo shivered and had a hard time fighting the oncoming
blush. The touch was light as a feather, barely touching his skin.

�What happened? Your muscles are very
tense..� Before Ichigo could answer he was shoved onto the spread futon.
Ukitake forced him to sit down, telling him in a light tone that he should be
more careful. The white haired taichou sat down behind Ichigo and rubbed the
sore points carefully. Ichigo grimaced with pain but remembered that he owed
Ukitake an answer.

�I had to help out in the clinic today...
it's nothing seri-ouch!�

�I would say that I found it. Please stay
still. It'll get better soon.�

The substitute shinigami did not know why
he let Ukitake massage his sore neck. But it was soothing. The older man was
really good at this. Ichigo had a hard time to keep up his customary scowl as
the skilled fingers worked on sore muscles.

Ichigo's eyes fell shut. Slowly his mind
drifted away. Warm and gentle fingers ran over his skin. Warm breath sent
shivers over his spine. Ukitake was so close that Ichigo could feel the warmth
the other man radiated. Another gentle brush right behind his ear was combined
with another warm breath. It stirred something else in Ichigo, sending heat to
completely different regions from the breath against his neck.

Ichigo mentally told himself that Ukitake
did not do this on purpose over and over again. He hoped the taichou would not
notice his � well... little problem. He had to search for a way out of that.

-.-.-

Ukitake smiled when Ichigo slowly relaxed
under his touch. He massaged shoulders and neck of the substitute shinigami. He
watched his face. Ichigo winced slightly when Ukitake found a sore point and�
the teen tried to stifle every gasp and moan. Ukitake was impressed how well
the younger one managed to do so, but not well enough to hide it from him. He
had much more experience than Ichigo. The teen had no chance to hide,
especially when Ukitake watched him so closely.

He ran his hands further down, letting his
fingertips slip under Ichigo's shirt. He liked the soft skin and the reactions
Ukitake coaxed from his target, even if they were stifled. The taichou slid his
fingers up to Ichigo's hair line. He touched the bright orange strands. They
might look spiky but they were soft as silk. He brushed his fingertips behind
Ichigo's ears and gained sweet shivers as response.

He leant forward. Ukitake felt a bit bad as
he breathed hot on his neck. He breathed out, not blowing deliberately. If he
blew, Ichigo could notice it as a tease and perhaps guess his intention behind
it. No, he had to keep this as innocent as possible...it was not an easy task with
the constant arousal he was pushing to the back of his mind.

His breath hit Ichigo's neck and ears,
sending more shivers over his spine. The sight was tempting. Ukitake had to
hold back, not to ravish the youth right there and then. He wanted to taste the
soft skin, to kiss Ichigo and savour his very own flavor. Ukitake wanted to
provoke more moans and gasps. He wanted to find out what would happen if he
nibbled on Ichigo's sensitive ears. But what if Ichigo suddenly bolted? If he
would not react positively to his advances? Ukitake knew that this could
destroy the friendship that he had tried to build up. Another
look at Ichigo and he knew he had to try.

�

Ichigo's face was highlighted by a light
blush. His arms lay motionlessly in his lap, wrists crossed. Ukitake did not
mind that he could not see a possible, visible reaction of enjoyment.

One of his hands stayed at Ichigo's neck,
the other one wandered down his back along his spine. Ukitake reached the hem
of the shirt and slipped under it. He was craving for more skin contact,
feeling more of the warmth.

Ichigo was too relaxed to notice. Ukitake
knew it was bad to take advantage of the relaxed state but both of them could
only win. He only needed to persuade Ichigo of this.

Ukitake was now massaging Ichigo's whole
back. Here and there he let his hand slide to his front and caressed stomach
and sides with warm and firm strokes.

Ukitake watched Ichigo's face. He longed to
capture those delicate lips with his own. Ichigo let a purr slip from his lips.

That was it. Ukitake glided on Ichigo's
lap, leaving one hand at his neck.

The startled teen snapped his eyes open. He
looked into brown eyes filled with desire.

�

�U-Ukita...� Ukitake crushed their lips
together, stopping his words effectively. Ichigo fell backwards but was
supported by a tower of cushions between his back and his bed and also by
Ukitake's firm grip on his neck.

The white haired taichou took advantage of
his semi-opened mouth and deepened the kiss. Ukitake let Ichigo feel his
passion, his desire, his lust. Ichigo tasted like the tea they had drunken
before. A fine hint of green tea and something else that Ukitake defined as
Ichigo. It was something he could become addicted to. Like a drug. He closed
his eyes and explored Ichigo's mouth with his tongue, while his hands explored
his body.

The teen did not shove him off. Either this
was a good sign or Ichigo was too surprised to do anything else. Regardless of
which possibility was right, Ukitake could work with this. He slid his tongue
against Ichigo's.

Ichigo moaned into the kiss and started
shyly kissing back. Hands grasped Ukitake's kimono. But Ichigo did not push him
off.

Ukitake felt as if he had won the jackpot.
He would give his best to make this work. There was so much to teach, to
explore.

Ukitake broke the kiss, leaving Ichigo
panting for air. His eyes were half closed. Ukitake leant forward and licked
the sensitive point right behind his ears. His restless hands wandered back
under his shirt. Slowly Ukitake shoved the shirt up, exposing the bare skin. He
stopped kissing and licking Ichigo's ears, neck and throat. Ukitake did away
with Ichigo's shirt, pulling it quickly over his head. He threw it aside and
attacked his lips again.

Ukitake knew he was mean by not leaving
Ichigo enough time to comprehend the situation. He just went with the flow of
hormones and emotions.

�U-kitake-san...we...should... stop...�
Ichigo panted as they broke the kiss. Seemingly there was a hint of doubt left.

�I don't think you really want me to stop,
Ichigo.� Ukitake whispered huskily into his ear. His hand wandered down to the
bulge in Ichigo's jeans and palmed it gently. Ichigo's blush deepened. He
gasped in surprise.

�You don't know for how long I wanted to do
this. For how long I longed to feel you. To be able to touch you. Please, say
it's alright with you.� The taichou whispered again, not daring to speak loud.
He did not wait for a response that Ichigo probably did not have and kissed him
again. He left his hand on Ichigo's waist. Ukitake felt the hands on his kimono
twitching hesitantly. He smiled softly and let go of the lips of his soon to be
lover.

�Touch me.� Ukitake aspirated. He grabbed
Ichigo's writs and guided a hand inside his clothes. Soon the teen gained more
self-confidence and surprised the white haired man. This time it was Ukitake
who lost clothes. He let his kimono slip of his shoulders and moaned at the new
sensation. Within seconds the taichou got rid of their remaining clothes. He
sat in Ichigo's lap again, rubbing their erections against each other. He
reached out to his clothes and took a bottle out of one of the pockets.

-.-.-

Ichigo could not pull himself together.
Ukitake's hands and lips seemed to be everywhere. His husky voice sounded so
sexy, he could not help it. As the older man grabbed his wrist and guided his
hand inside his kimono he was lost. Feeling the sweaty skin under his fingers,
he shoved his clothes down. He wondered how far the taichou wanted to go. He
was suddenly hit by the memory of Rukia talking about yaoi. Ichigo
gulped. He was smaller than the taichou. He was the younger one. If the teen
could believe Rukia and her endless slipslop of boys love stories, he had to be
the uke..

He lost his trail of thought when Ukitake
sat back on his lap after getting out of his clothes. He moaned as their groins
touched. Unsure what to do, he held onto Ukitake's waist.

Ichigo locked gazes with his lover.
Ukitake's brown orbs were clouded with desire and lust. Ichigo reached up and
captured the already swollen lips in another kiss. Ukitake's hands were
wandering again. He had to gasp as Ukitake grabbed both erections and smeared
something cool and viscous on them.

Encouraged Ichigo roamed his hands over
Ukitake's hips. Wandering further down, he cupped his hands around the older
man's butt cheeks. The moan he received sounded beautiful and he massaged them
lightly. Getting bolder, Ichigo trailed his fingertips between the pale cheeks.
He froze and broke the kiss.

�Ukita..�

The taichou chuckled and smirked. As Ichigo
had frozen, he had stopped his movements shortly. But seeing the confusion
written all over the substitute's face made him chuckle. He kissed and licked
Ichigo's jaw, trailing a path from ear to chin to lips.

�What..?�

�Take it out, Ichi-kun� he whispered
between kisses and nips. He groaned at the empty feeling as Ichigo pulled his
toy out.

�It's a butt plug. I told you I wanted you,
didn't I?�

�You had it in you the whole time?�

Ukitake hummed an affirmative and soon he
continued to tease both of their cocks.

�Kinky...� Ichigo moaned again.

�Please keep still for a moment, Ichigo!�
Was his only warning, before Ukitake shifted. Ichigo groaned at the sensation.
Ukitake had impaled himself on his cock. It took all his self-control not to
thrust his hips up, deeper into the tight heat.

�Don't move, let me adjust first.� He heard
Ukitake's sexy voice. They shared a deep kiss before Ukitake started to move
above him. Ichigo panted harshly. He could feel Ukitake's heavy breaths hot on
his nape. After a few thrusts they found a comfortable pace for both of them
and Ichigo met his moves. On instinct, Ichigo slightly shifted his hips,
causing the older one to cry out his name.

Stimulated by this, Ichigo aimed for the
spot deep within the other man again. Their movements quickened. Soon they
would reach their climax.

Ichigo tentatively reached for
Ukitake�s neglected cock. He earned a deep moan from his lover
in return. He pumped it in tact with their thrusts.

Ukitake came with Ichigo's name on his
lips. He spilt his cum all over their chests. His body tensed. Ichigo followed
with a last thrust, filling the white haired man.

They did not move. The only sound was their
panting for air.

�That was so good...� Ukitake snuggled into
Ichigo's chest.

�Yeah...� Ichigo had to admit he had really
liked it. He held Ukitake close.

�Um... could you move? I'm still inside of
you...� Ichigo blushed and did not dare to lock eyes with him. Ukitake smiled
fondly and made himself more comfortable on Ichigo's lap, without something
filling him.

�Better?� He asked and gave Ichigo another
gentle peck.

�Yeah... ehm... Ukitake-san?�

�Call me Jyuushiro.�

�Ok...Jyuushiro... is this the reason why
you only visit when I'm alone?�

�Maybe.� Ukitake simply smiled at Ichigo
and played with the orange strands.

�How do you know about that?�

�Sometimes your father is a little
talkative.� Jyuushiro only whispered that part and kissed a confused Ichigo
again.

�So...where does it leave us?� Ichigo asked
tentatively.

�Well, I thought about going for another
round.� Ukitake whispered alluringly.� He nibbled at his ear lobe.

�I'd like to.� Ichigo nearly purred. Their
lips met in a brief kiss before Ukitake reached out to his clothes and took
something out of his pockets without leaving Ichigo's lap.

�What?� Ichigo blinked at the thing in
Ukitake's hand.

�A gift for you, Ichigo... Wanna try?�
Ukitake smirked and kissed Ichigo senselessly.

The innocent toy in his hand was another
three inch long butt plug.

Needless to say that it became a very
interesting night...

-.-.-

The next morning Ukitake said goodbye,
packed with Rukia's heavy box. Now she would get her yaoi-manga collection back.
Too bad that he couldn�t tell her that it had been a really good trigger for
last night�s events. He should also
thank Isshin somehow for the valuable tips.

After a little time had
passed Ichigo had stopped thinking about wrongs and reasons. But he was left
with a few questions like: how did Ukitake always know when he was alone at
home? And what exactly did Ukitake mean with �sometimes your father is a little
talkative�?

-.-.-
END -.-.-
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