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Whisper To Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9093 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Whisper to Me

Fandom: Bleach/Kuroshitsuji

Part: 20

Characters: William, Ichigo

Word count: 1,627

Warnings: Lead up to an actual sex scene

AN: So yes, this is well and truly late, I know. For those of you who have read my other mini story AN, this will be a repeat.
I am fine. I promise. I went to the hospital early Saturday morning (about 4) due to issues with a new pain killer that I had been prescribed. It was supposed to be a nice medium between my lightest pain killer and my heavy hitter, but instead it sent me to the hospital with a reaction.
I now have an anti-nausea and unhappy gut muscles. I'm doing better though. I was dehydrated because I couldn't drink anything without setting my stomach off, so I did have an IV hooked up to me. Where as it should take about two hours if they're not pushing it, it took me about an hour to get the drip into my system.
That tells ya something. But I promise I am FINE now and that I hope you enjoy this new story. Hugs and cookies to all!
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Grell was watching his charge smooth his hair down with a flat iron, taking care to not linger too long on the locks so as to not burn them. “You make me think that sometimes you’re more of a girl than I am,” he snorted.
Ichigo sneered at his friend as he continued to smooth his hair down. “And considering you’re as much of a girl as you can get without the working parts? I’ll take that as an insult,” he huffed, getting a pout from his friend.
“So hurtful,” Grell whined, tossing a rather small hair tie at his friend before going back to braiding his hair in small braids. Ichigo snorted and finished with his hair, spraying a light amount of hair spray onto his hair before brushing it through to make sure that it wouldn’t feel sticky or stiff for the rest of the night.
“No I’m not,” Ichigo huffed, smiling at his friend, eyes soft as Grell smiled back at him, the look edged with teeth.
“True, true,” Grell hummed as he continued to braid his hair and Ichigo moved behind a changing screen to pull on his outfit for his date for that night. William had asked him out to dinner and dancing, saying that they had both been working much too hard for the last two weeks and deserved some time out. Ichigo had agreed and they had set the date for Friday seeing as most people would be at home and go out the next day, meaning that they could get around without being bugged.
Pulling on a simple, dark gray, long sleeved shirt that teased at what was under it, he pulled on a pair of black jeans, wiggling into the worn soft fabric. Coming back from around the changing screen, he smiled at the soft whistle from his friend, shaking his head and checking his hair to make sure that it hadn’t been mussed from his dressing. Once that was done, he smiled and pulled out the belt that went with the outfit, sliding the slim dark gray belt through the loops before securing the simple buckle, making sure that it was set in the right spot. Smoothing his shirt down over the top of his pants, barely covering the top of them, he sat down and found his shoes, humming softly.
“I guess it’s been so long since I’ve had to worry about putting my shoes off and on at the door that it seems kind of odd, yet the same, doing that,” he hummed, wiggling his foot as he stared at his house shoes that he had brought with him from England. “I actually kind of miss the mansion. And my flowers.”
“We can get some new flowers for over here,” Grell promised as someone knocked on the door firmly. “Sounds like your date is ready for you,” he purred, getting smirked at by Ichigo.
“You're just jealous that I have a date,” he cooed, opening the door to William and smiling at the fact that the man was wearing a pair of jeans instead of his usual slacks. “You look good,” Ichigo hummed, taking his partner’s hand and leaving Grell snorting on the bed, still braiding his hair with quick, easy movements.
“Thank you. As always, so do you,” William hummed, drawing Ichigo down the stairs and to the front hall where they traded their house shoes for their chosen shoes of the night. “I am borrowing Ciel’s car since yours is so low on gas at the moment. Sebastian will be going to get some more gas in the morning since he plans on using yours to go shopping in.”
“Why can’t they use theirs?” Ichigo asked as they walked to the small car, Ichigo’s eyes taking it in and sighing at the trunk. It was one of the higher quality electric that ran solely on a charge, but with a few tweaks by Sebastian so it ran longer. Ciel was quite happy with that fact but still, the trunk was rather small with how much Sebastian had to buy food wise. “Never mind. Just forget I asked,” he snorted as William opened his door and helped him into it.
He looked to his own car and smiled at the fact that it was the same one that his father had owned. It was rather large for a car in Japan but had been outfitted so that it was a hybrid car that ran on both electricity and gas. As long as the car drove, it would produce electricity to help the gas last longer but he was running low on it since he had taken both Ishida and Sado to look at Karakura College that sat on the other side of town.
“Indeed,” William chuckled, drawing Ichigo out of his thoughts and turning on the car with a smooth purr of power before pulling out of the driveway and turning down the street. It wasn’t long before they were at a quiet little hole in the wall that mostly served tourists, but also locals that wanted something homemade and fresh. Sitting at the table, the two smiled and ordered their food before accepting their tea with nods.
“I used to come here with my father and sisters,” Ichigo shared after getting a look from William at the fact that the co-owner and wife of the main owner had known him at first ight as she took their orders. “We used to do it whenever we could, which was nearly about once a week unless it was times for finals or a busy time for the clinic and hospitals,” he continued, picking up his tea and tasting it with a hum of pleasure. “They make some of the best food around for such a small place and make a killing during the weekends. They’re quite popular.”
“So I can tell,” William chuckled, lacing their fingers together and rubbing at the back of his knuckles under the table, getting a soft look from his companion. “I see why you wanted to come now. We’ll have to come here any time that we have some time to get away from everything,” he said, Ichigo beaming brightly at him.
“Ahh, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you smile like that, Ichigo-chan,” the wife of the owner cooed as she walked up to them, patting Ichigo on the head with a smile. “Your food will be here soon,” she promised before shuffling off to take a new order, leaving the two companions smiling in amusement after her.
“I have a question that I think I can pick your brain about,” Ichigo finally said, tasting the tea with another hum, squeezing William’s hand once more.
“What about?” William asked as they unlaced their fingers and he rested his elbows onto the table with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“I know you’ve seen the way Uryuu and Ryuuken react to each other, how they act and talk with each other,” Ichigo hummed, playing with his tea cup, nodding to the woman with a smile when she placed a plate of snacks down on the table. “There’s something…it’s not quite antagonistic, at least not on Ryuuken’s part, but bitter. Sad.”
“Did you ever talk with Ryuuken about that?” William asked, knowing that the two had often talked, picking up one of the snacks and nibbling upon it.
Ichigo hummed and nodding. “A little,” he said, shaking his head with a sigh of displeasure. “He says it comes from his father, Uryuu’s grandfather actually. At least that’s what he said,” he continued, swirling his cup before him with a frown. “It almost sounds as if his training wasn’t anything like Uryuu’s with his father. More…”
“Intense? Or more hurtful?” William asked, raising an eyebrow before narrowing his eyes. “I can find his book if you want? We usually take the Quincy souls so we should have his books somewhere,” he offered, Ichigo thinking before shaking his head.
“Nah, I’ll wait until he decides to tell me or Uryuu. I think that it’s something that needs to come out eventually to fix things between him and Uryuu though,” he said, tapping the side of his cup with his fingers before shrugging. “Thank you for the offer though, William,” Ichigo hummed, leaning against his partner.
“Not a problem,” William said, stroking a hand over Ichigo’s soft hair as their dinner arrived. After they ate, they left for the club, one that had been chosen for its mixture of different types of music that they both enjoyed. Once they had grabbed their drinks, non-alcoholic for both men seeing as they didn’t want the alcohol to bother their night together, they found a spot on the dance floor near a free table and started to dance. Slow and fast, pressed together and set apart, they just enjoyed the music, often taking breaks to just rest and talk with each other at their table.
As the time edged nearer to midnight, Ichigo pressed against William’s side, lips brushing against the other’s ear as he said, “Let’s go home, yeah? There’s something else I want to do tonight before we get too tired for it.” William swallowed heavily, eyes barely widening before he looked down to warm brown eyes that glowed with desire.
Smirking, the Grim Reaper stood and tucked his soon to be lover’s hand into his elbow and drew him away from the table and out into the cool night air. They were soon on their way home, Ichigo hoping that Sebastian had gotten around to putting up the silencing wards in his room.
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