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Undisclosed Devotion	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 7352 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

Uryu soaked in the bathtub, comfortable enough, even though he would have preferred the one at his apartment, but Urahara insisted he stay a little longer as a safety precaution. After his father left, his anger over their argument faded to annoyance. He had no doubt Ryuken's request for him to stay at the mansion was sincere, but he also knew that part of that plan was to keep he and Ichigo apart. It was obvious, but he wasn't going to stop seeing Ichigo, no matter how his father felt about it.

"Bastard," he muttered, more with sadness than malice, washing his arm with a deep frown on his lips. The door opened, disturbing his thoughts. "Ichigo!"

The idiot smiled and entered, closing and locking the door behind him. "Calm down, Uryu, it's not like I haven't seen you naked."

"Regardless of that, have the decency to knock first," he scolded him, wondering why he hadn't thought to lock the door himself when he had come in the bathe. "We aren't exactly alone here."

"What's the point of hiding what everyone knows now?" he said as he lowered beside the tub.

"Honestly, do you have any restraint at all?"

Ichigo thought a moment. "Before I started seeing you, yes."

"We're not at the apartment. You shouldn't be doing this so freely here," he insisted.

"Uryu, relax. Everyone is gone except for Urahara, and he's busy in the back examining the bracelets. Now stop acting like a prude."

Uryu narrowed his eyes and slapped the soapy washcloth in Ichigo's hand. "Then make yourself useful while you're here and wash my back." He knew his boyfriend well enough, and that behaving was hard for him when they were alone like this, but Uryu relented as he always did, easing forward a bit so Ichigo could do as he asked.

"I was outside with my dad when Ryuken came out," Ichigo said, voice as soft as the cloth washing over his skin.

"Did he say anything?" he asked, knees up, resting his chin on them.

"Not to me. I got a dirty look before he pulled my dad aside to talk to him privately. I mean, I didn't get anger from him so much, but more like I'd stolen something from him, if that makes any sense."

"I'm sorry, Ichigo. I knew he'd react this way, but I was hoping I would be wrong."

"Don't apologize for him, Uryu. You don't have to."

"I know, but with everything else going on, I thought he'd find that more important than who I was having a relationship with. Like that would soften the blow or something." He put his forehead against his knees and closed his eyes. "I wish my mother was still around. I'm sure she would have understood."

"I know mine would have," Ichigo said. "I'm just lucky I have a dad who understands. He told me as much before your dad came outside to give me the stink eye."

Uryu sighed. "I'm glad he understands," Uryu muttered soft then went silent and just kept his eyes closed, enjoying the attention Ichigo was giving him as he rinsed the soap off his back. Ichigo pressed him back to rest against the tub as he continued to scrub softly over his skin, washing over his arms and down his chest. Uryu cracked his eyes open, watching the concentration on his face as he went about it.

Ichigo was unaware of his drowsy inspection, lost in his own world as he bathed his body. Uryu watched the tip of his tongue slip over his lips, observing how his eyes lidded slightly as he did. He was boyishly handsome with a undertone of sexual prowess. Uryu wanted to open that door and really feel what Ichigo could do to his body. Inappropriate thoughts at such a time. Uryu didn't realize he had it in him to want something so much that it ached.

Ichigo abandoned the washcloth, fingers leaving soapy trails over his heat flushed skin. Uryu dare not moan, teeth scraping his bottom lip when Ichigo tugged at one of his aroused nipples. His loins throbbed in the pleasantly hot water. He resisted squirming, but his hand jerked when Ichigo tugged more insistently on the raised nub. Water soaked Ichigo's shirt, the tight cloth clinging snug to his skin.

"You have that look again," Uryu said, breath soft.

"What look is that?" Ichigo asked in a whisper, lust swimming in his brown eyes.

"You know," Uryu said, "that perverted look. You don't even try to hide it anymore."

"I don't need to hide it anymore." Ichigo leaned in close and Uryu greeted the kiss, mouth parting to welcome his tongue. He tasted of mint tea and chocolate, and his lips were soft, but firm against his own. He gripped Ichigo's wet shirt, sliding his other hand up into his soft spiky hair. Uryu's head felt deliciously hazy and he ignored rational thought, relishing each moment and touch.

Perhaps such lewd behavior was unfit for a Quincy, but Uryu smiled against Ichigo's lips, eager to explore how perverted he could be. "Get in with me," he invited, slipping Ichigo's shirt off over his head.

"You sure? You were just annoyed I came in here not ten minutes ago," he answered back and smirked.

"Stand up and get your pants off before I change my mind, you idiot."

Ichigo stopped joking and stood. Uryu opened his belt and worked his jeans open for him. As bold as he was, he still felt heat rise to his cheeks as he helped Ichigo tug them off, slipping the waist down his slim hips and thighs so Ichigo could kick them across the room where they would stay dry. He was aroused, the shaft swollen and heavy before him. Uryu looked up at Ichigo as he took his firm flesh in his hand, satisfied with the low moan and shiver he got in response.

"I want to try this," he said, eyes focused as well as he could on his lover without his glasses on. His slid the tip of his tongue over the head, then sucked it in. He was sure he was doing something right when he heard Ichigo's sharp intake of breath, followed by a ragged moan. Uryu moaned with him, sliding his lips further around his girth, working his tongue around as he did.

He wasn't sure he would enjoy this activity, but now that he was experiencing it for himself, he found that he wanted to taste Ichigo as much as he could. The feel of his hard cock filling his mouth was more pleasurable than he imagined. He had wondered about it several times since Ichigo had pleasured him this way, yet he had not dared to mention it. It didn't matter now. Ichigo gasped above him, whimpering his name, fingers spastically gripping his wet hair. It was empowering and deeply erotic to have so much control over Ichigo's body.

Ichigo's breath quickened. "Uryu, I'm going to.." He seemed to want to pull back, but Uryu was forceful, sliding his free hand to cup over his ass firmly, encouraging him to stay close without words. His mouth worked feverishly, saliva dripping down his chin as his hand stroked the base of his length. "Oh God, Uryu.." He felt Ichigo's body clench with the approaching climax and he eased his tongue around to the tip just as he felt the heat of his seed spill, catching it, experimentally tasting his release.

"Holy..shit.. How did you..?" Ichigo swallowed and his whole body shivered as he panted, sweat running down his chest from the heat of the room.

"How did I do that with grace and style, unlike you?" Uryu asked, cupping Ichigo's spent cock, licking at the remaining seed that coated his lips, still deciding if he liked the taste or not.

"Hey, you don't have to be cocky," Ichigo said as he stood there, legs trembling.

Uryu smiled. "I looked up techniques on fellatio and how to catch your partners release without..well, what happened to you." Ichigo stood there speechless. "Ichigo?"

"You're amazing."

"I know. Now get in, you look like you're going to fall over." Uryu cleaned his face and eased over on his knees so Ichigo could step in the tub. It was conveniently larger than the one at his apartment and accommodated them both. He didn't protest when Ichigo gently pulled him over as he lay back in the tub, head resting on the side.

"Come here." Ichigo opened Uryu's legs with a push of his knee so he ended up straddled over his lap, the water splashing lightly around them from the movement.

Uryu's face burned anew. "Ichigo." His own arousal still ached for attention, the head poking precariously above the water.

"I did some research of my own." He patted his chest. "Lay against me and relax." Uryu did as he asked, chest against his, head resting on his shoulder, legs open and laying against Ichigo's. It felt incredibly sensual, the water, his skin, his soft breath against his temple as he placed a soft kiss there. His erection pressed against Ichigo's body and he squirmed helplessly for the slightest sensation of friction to ease it. "Uryu, stay relaxed."

Uryu nodded nervously against him. He felt a little silly, ass sticking up out of the water in the position he was on his lover, but something stirred in him. He was willing to let Ichigo do what he wanted. Time for any doubt was in the past. Ichigo's finger pressed to his lips, and Uryu parted them, tongue lapping at it as he had his cock until it was slick. Ichigo watched him do it, eyes heavy with an even deeper lust than before.

Ichigo pulled his finger away from Uryu's mouth and moved his hand down, slick finger searching for his opening. "I love you," he said, voice as feathery as his touch, the tip of his finger circling and massaging his entrance.

Uryu gasped out at the foreign sensation, fighting his bodies natural reaction to tense up. He gripped Ichigo's shoulder, but forced his lower body to loosen. He felt the tip of his finger press and slip inside him. His lips parted soundlessly, then he let out a slow breath before a sound like a nervous whimper come forth. Ichigo was not forceful, the tip of his finger thrusting slow and working carefully until he began to open up and welcome him more.

There was only slight pain when he slide his finger all the way inside him, that turned into a dull ache of desire to match the throb of his arousal. His hips rocked, a soft motion that made his legs jerk with a sudden burst of pleasure. His voice cracked when Ichigo's finger pressed in the same spot that sent him reeling again until he was gasping and gripping the sides of the tub to keep himself steady.

"Ichigo, what are you doing to me?" He strained as he spoke.

"I found your prostate. Does it hurt?"

"Hurt?" He felt dazed. Another press made him yelp much louder than he intended. Up until now they had both been reasonably quiet during their activity. He didn't like the idea of Urahara or some other unsuspecting person hearing them. Ichigo only made it worse when he smiled. The bastard knew damn well it was the complete opposite of pain.

"Feel good?" he asked, voice a tease as he thrust his finger, hitting that spot inside him repeatedly, massaging against it until Uryu was rocking urgently against him. Water splashed the floor, unnoticed by either of them.

"Yes." Uryu desperately rocked his hips. His head was swimming and his body was on fire. He'd never felt something so good before.

"Slow down," Ichigo said, free hand sliding against his hip.

"I'm so close though," Uryu gasped, forcing his hips to relax.

"I know, but not yet." Ichigo kissed his lips tenderly, tongue flicking and teasing. "You're opening up a little more," he muttered, slipping his finger free, only to slide two fingers back inside him. Uryu hissed and grit his teeth. "Too much?" Ichigo's eyes softened with concern.

"No, not bad, just wasn't expecting it." Uryu lay still, letting Ichigo work his fingers deeper into him. He could feel Ichigo's cock hardening again. He imagined that inside him and groaned, knowing it would hurt, but eager to feel that ache. "I want you," Uryu voice shook.

"Not that, not yet." Ichigo soothed him with another soft kiss. "We aren't prepared for that much. Not here." His searching fingers found his prostate again and pressed.

"Ah!" Uryu slapped a hand on the side of the tub and gripped it, hips working again to keep the incredible waves of pleasure going. Ichigo nuzzled his neck, nipping soft with his teeth, kissing and licking over his moist skin. His fingers worked inside him, the pace fast and rough now to bring him to orgasm. The climax came hard and fast as his body jerked and swayed with it. He could feel his muscles tighten up around Ichigo's thrusting fingers and his cock spasm and spend. He barely had the sense to hold his cries of pleasure, but it was fruitless as Ichigo's mouth covered his.

When Ichigo pulled his fingers free, there was a odd sense of loss. Uryu wanted to feel it again, unashamed with his silent admission. He rested atop Ichigo, panting, slowly becoming aware that the water was starting to go cold. He shivered, both with a chill and a aftershock from their activity. His body shifted and he noticed Ichigo was no longer aroused. Either from the cooling water, or perhaps he had climaxed as well. Uryu hoped it was the latter. He smiled soft.

"We should get out, the water is getting cold," Ichigo said lazily, hand running up and down Uryu's bare back.

"Just a little longer," Uryu said, mirroring the words his lover had spoken not so long ago.

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Yellow cat eyes gleamed through the foliage, intently watching for any movement along the ground of the thick woods. It was quiet here just outside Karakura Town, vacant of any wanderers. The cat's ear flicked when a fly landed on the tip, but her eyes never lost focus as she continued her diligent watch. She had been here a few hours, slinking to different hidden spots to conduct her search. The only reiatsu she felt was that of Rukia and Renji, searching in other areas. Perhaps the enemy was not here, but it seemed the most likely place to keep themselves hidden. If they resided here, they were doing a impressive job of hiding their base.

Yoruichi looked up towards the trees, contemplating a change of view. She stood still for another moment, then moved stealthily through the underbrush and quickly climbed up the nearest tree. She moved along a thick branch and looked off into the distance, spotting Renji moving along treetops. Not the quietest way to go about it, but not all of them could become a cat either. She licked her paw, stretched, then lay on the branch, playing her part with ease, eyes cracked open to continue her observation of the ground below.

Birds chirped, a soft breeze blew and even a few rabbits grazed on grass below, but nothing else of interest was happening. Twenty minutes passed with more of the same. The black cat stood and made her way down the tree with grace, trotting along to put her attention on another area that might give her answers. It was beginning to feel tedious, but they had to be thorough. She stalked along, nose sniffing the air from time to time, attempting to get a trace of unfamiliar reiatsu.

Yoruichi found another area, fairly open where the trees were more sparse and leapt up to find another high perch to get comfortable. The leaves of the branch hid her well where she lay, eyes focused on the stretch of land below. Again, nothing seemed out of place in this peaceful setting. If the were underground, like Urahara suggested, it was going to be difficult to pinpoint where they were. There had to be an entrance, and where there was an entrance, there had to be some trace of energy around it.

She spotted Renji again, and this time he was heading her way. She stood from her relaxed position and called to him just as he jumped overhead to land on the top of the tree she occupied. He looked down and spotted her, jumping to land lightly beside her. He looked as frustrated as she felt.

"Any luck, Yoruichi?" he asked.

"None. This could take days, even if more of us were searching, and we're not even sure this is where they are hiding to begin with."

"Well, Urahara did say this was a good place to start. It has to be somewhere."

"How is Uryu doing? He was still out cold when I left the shop early this morning."

"He's awake now. No worse for wear, but disappointed in the situation as much as any of us. I gotta feel bad for the kid, being targeted just because he's a Quincy."

"Their history isn't exactly a happy one either," Yoruichi mused softly, tail swaying as she looked beyond the trees.

"Yeah, so I've heard," he answered just as softly. "I've fought alongside him a few times. He's strong and honorable, that's for sure. These assholes trying to kill him must be the lowest kind of scum."

"We'll catch them. I have no doubt of that, but until then we have to be careful, all of us. They have to know we are seeking them out. They could even be watching us right now," she said, then licked her paw.

"Great," he muttered in response, scanning the area where they sat before he looked a her again. "How do you do that anyway?"

"What?"

"Turn into a cat. What else?"

"That's my secret. I'll never tell."

"Fine, be that way," he said with a sigh as he got up from his crouched position. "I'm going to have another circle around and catch up with Rukia to see if she's had better luck."

"Be alert. I'll stick around a bit longer and head back to the shop. I think it's time to spread our search to other areas in town."

Renji gave a quick nod and was gone. She looked back below. Nothing had changed. She stayed a while longer before she decided it was useless to remain. She moved gracefully through shrubs and grass, even chasing a rabbit through foliage to give any unseen eyes the impression she was nothing more than what she appeared to be. A mere stray cat doing what was only natural. She kept her feline appearance, far beyond the woods and back into Karakura Town.

Yoruichi was unaware of the cold eyes watching her as she disappeared around a building. The man smirked, amused at how foolish these shinigami were. They had no real idea what was going on around them, yet they had such pitiful confidence that they could stop him. He did not follow her. There was no need. He turned and walked in the opposite direction. He had important business to attend to.

AN: Sorry for the lack of updates to anyone who might be reading this. Kids home for summer break, writers block and a few other things have kept me from writing as much as I would like to. Apologies for any typos or mistakes. Again, this is a hobby, but I try to do my best. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading my silly stories. I do appreciate it.
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