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Title: He’s an Idiot
Arc: 2
Part: 3
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Jyuushiro/Urahara
Word count: 1,620
AN: So you will notice that I didn’t post last week. Why? Because I was in Washington on vacation! That’s why. You’re lucky I’m posting now since I’m so damn sick. *hacks up a lung* First wake up hack fest. Lovely. *sighs*
Anyways, I’m home and posting and writing once more. Enjoy.
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Swirling his tea around in his cup, Urahara stared at the white haired man with a slightly smug smile on his face, highly amused by the way the other was acting at that moment. It was almost as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Jyuushiro was sitting across from him, arms settled on the low table as his hands fiddled with the tea cup that held the barely tasted tea. He had come to the Living World on one of his weekly day trips so he could speak with not only Urahara but also with Ichigo about the activity in the area.
It had long become a welcomed happening, always leading to them either coming together in a bed or coming together just to relax with one another. Ichigo would come early and hand over a full report for the taicho, maybe stay for a few moments before leaving for an early class, or on Fridays, to head home to spend the day with his father, acting as his personal receptionist. It always left the two men wondering why the younger man left in such a hurry.
And Jyuushiro had actually asked him, just blurting out the question, only to receive a bright flush from the younger male and a stuttered excuse of him having to leave so he could walk his sisters to school before Ichigo had left.
Thus, the reason why Jyuushiro was sitting before the table and playing with his tea cup as he tried hard not to pout or blush as Urahara watched him.
“Come now, Jyuu-kun, we were both curious about why he’s always so quick to leave, so you had every right to ask the question,” Urahara teased his sweet lover, chuckling at the pouting frown that he got from the older man.
“Yes, but it was very rude of me. I should have been much more polite then I actually was,” Jyuushiro complained, sighing lowly and shaking his head ruefully. “He probably thinks the worst of me now,” he chuckled, blushing ever so slightly.
“Hardly. He’s much to used to me and Yoruichi when we get into one of our moods,” Urahara chuckled, soothing the other mans fears with a few simple words.
“Too true, too true,” Jyuushiro chuckled with a smile, his eyes dancing as he shook his head. “I’m surprised that he still comes around at all with the way you two tease him, the poor boy,” he scolded, waving a finger at his friend and lover with an amused look. “Have you noticed that if he’s not working on school, he’s patrolling or working, almost as if he is trying to keep busy, keep moving so he can’t really think?”
“Yes, I have noticed that unfortunately.” Urahara swirled his tea around in his cup and frowned heavily as his hat shadowed his contemplative eyes. Jyuushiro watched, waiting for the other to finish thinking over whatever he was thinking about. “He’s hurting, lonely. Hanatoru-san told me as such the last time he was here to pick up something from his room,” he finally said.
“Oh? To be lonely even with so many around,” Jyuushiro hummed, rubbing at his bottom lip with his fingers before shaking his head. “Do you think that perhaps it is because he is also surrounded by many couples, including ourselves on occasion?”
“Yeah, alas. Sado-san, Ishida-san and Orihime-san have seemed to have gotten their act together finally, so it must hurt to be alone in such a way while your best friends are together happily,” Urahara mused, shaking his head. “First the war, then training to be able to control his abilities and be ready for anything now, he had never had the time, or inclination to really find someone to fill that void.”
“But now that he has more free time, he has that time and the ability to find someone. I don’t think though that he will be able to date a normal human. Or a Vizard for that matter since he will be leaving this world much earlier than a normal human would and the Vizards are quite happy here,” Jyuushiro mused with him, watching his lover sit back on one hand and frown heavily at his tea cup. “And most of the younger shinigami would love to have him as a lover…”
“But they wouldn’t be able to quite understand where he comes from with his nightmares from the Winter War,” Urahara continued for him, getting a nod. “He needs someone who is older, wiser, someone who knows what it’s like to be haunted by a past filled with darkness.”
“Someone like you? Or I?” Jyuushiro asked, voice half teasing, half interested in what his lover would say to that.
“Perhaps,” Urahara chuckled with a smile that sent heat spreading through his body, Jyuushiro shifting in place. “Do you know who he has any interest in?” he asked in some curiosity. He knew that his lover had contacts that were a lot better than his own when it came to those of the heart.
“No. It seems that he is tight lipped as to what he is looking for in a lover, much less who interests him at the moment. It is well known that he enjoys standing on a roof and just… staring at the moon and the sky,” Jyuushiro hummed, remembering the gossip that Matsamoto had shared with him. “The young man has been known to stare at men though. Never once has he looked at any females beyond seeing them as friends or sisters, nothing more. I don’t think he would ever look at a woman as a sexual object, at least not as a man.”
“So if he was a woman himself he would look at them with some sexual interest,” Urahara chuckled, Jyuushiro smiling slightly as he raised an eyebrow at his lover.
“Don’t let our dear Ichi-chan hear you say that,” the silver haired man chuckled lowly, eyes flaring with delight at the thought of Ichigo as a young woman. “Anyways, there’s a few pictures running around that have him in drag, looking rather good for all intents and purposes,” he continued, smirking at the spark of interest that flared brightly in the blonds eyes. “He has some very… lovely legs for a male.”
“Did you…by any chance find copies of them?” Urahara purred. He was always up to seeing Ichigo in outfits that were beautiful on him or that showed off that lovely lean body to its best advantage. Jyuushiro chuckled and pulled his bag close to him, pulling out an envelope to slide it over to his lover.
Urahara's eyes gleamed in anticipation and opened the envelope, slowly pulling out the stack of pictures. Looking at the top picture, he swallowed heavily at the sight of Ichigo in a dress.
He had been shoved into a lovely dark purple Lolita dress that brushed around his knees, lighter purple petticoats peeking from out under the top dress. Gold buttons ran up one side before turning to the left and then running up his neck as lace brushed under his chin. He wore light purple stockings that were barely long enough to reach just over his knees.
It was a beautiful, wonderful sight and sent heat shooting through his body. The following pictures of Ichigo were all of him in the same dress but doing other things. It seemed as if the one who had taken the pictures had done so without the young man’s permission or knowledge. It was obvious since they showed him doing things like talking with his sisters as he squatted down before them, wiping an alcohol pad over Karin's skinned knee, or just dodging out of his father’s attacks.
One picture had Ichigo doing just that as he held the skirt down with his hands but not quite managing it. A pair of panties the color of twilight peeked out, just barely, from under the skirt. Urahara's length throbbed as he put the pictures away and looked at his lover with dark eyes.
“We’ll worry about our dear Ichi-chan later,” he growled, getting a smirk as Jyuushrio stood and headed for the bedroom that they shared. “For now, I want to taste you,” Urahara continued, following after the man, watching him swing his hips.
Once they were behind closed doors, Jyuushiro stripped out of his clothes as Urahara followed his example, loving the way that his lover’s body was so beautiful. Most thought that, despite the fact that he was strong and capable, that he was stick thin and most likely emaciated. But he wasn’t. Yes, he was lean, but it was all pure muscle that had come from years of training and teaching.
It always amazed Urahara that he was such a lucky bastard that he had landed one Jyuushiro Ukitake. Even as they came together in pleasure and passion, reconnecting sexually, mentally, emotionally, they also felt as if their world would be changing very soon and couldn’t wait for that to happen. After they had spent their passion for each other, they laid out on the bed and continued their conversation.
“Do you think that Ichigo-san is interested in you and me? With the way he has been acting with his lately, it wouldn’t be surprising if he was,” Jyuushiro said as Urahara slowly ran his fingers through his hair.
“I do think that he could possibly be interested in us. Perhaps you should use your week here and help me see if he is,” Urahara suggested with a leer down at his lover.
“I think I shall,” Jyuushiro chuckled as he rolled over to lie over his mate and rolled his hips.
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