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Ladies and Gentlemen	By : LyricalSin Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Old Ichigo Be Damned
"What?" ...What!
"Move. In. With. Me." He advanced, pulling the door shut behind him and backing me into the table. Damn it, it's too hard to think straight when he's this close, especially since I haven't seen him in days and all I wanna do is scream fuck me!
"It won't be that hard, since most of your clothes are already hanging in my closet, half of your DVD collection is in my living room, hell, we even use the same shampoo, conditioner and cologne." It's true, though the first time I tried any of those hygiene products was in his bathroom the morning after the first time we had sex. I'll never admit that though, or the reason I went out and bought my own a day later. It'd be embarrassing admit that I enjoy the scent of his cologne on me all day and how much it turns me on...Or that right now I can smell it on him, mixed with sweat and the slight mint scent on his breath- No! Now isn't the time to be sidetracked!
"I don't know if..? Why..? If we did that, I'd be moving into a place that is yours, invading your privacy. What's wrong with having our own places anyway?" There, a sentence!
Leaning forward, he cupped the back of my neck and brought our lips together. Squirming a little in protest, I tried to pull back only to get pushed further into the table and deeper into the kiss. His tongue made it's way into my mouth when I tried to tell him to answer. We need to discuss this! But his body molded against mine feels so damn good, and good god that tongue...that tongue that could be doing other things in lower places...Allowing him to push me down, my back hit the tabletop, legs following their conditioned habit of wrapping around his waist and hands sliding up the back of his shirt.
Finally, his lips parted from my own, but I couldn't remember what it was I needed him to say. He pressed his forehead against the table, chin on my shoulder as we both caught our breath. We stayed like that for a good minute or two before he finally pulled back to look me in the eye, "We can do this Ichigo. I love ya...God, I love you so fuckin' much. And you'd be moving into a place that is ours. My privacy? I want you to invade my privacy. Hell if I had it my way, I'd selfishly keep ya with me every god damn second of the day. I know there's more, but you know I can't think straight when ya blush like that love..."
And just like that he was kissing me again, his hands running underneath the red t-shirt currently competing with my face in color and brightness. Hell, with as hot as it felt right now, I wouldn't be surprised if my face was purple. The heat only grew worse as a hand found purchase on my nipple and his mouth began trailing down my neck. Tightening my legs, I pulled him closer, trying to relieve some the the throbbing in my groin.
I felt him smirk against my neck and let out a dejected sound as he held me down and stood, my arms sliding back down to my sides. "Ah, I remember what it was now! If we lived together, then we could do this whenever we wanted..." Punctuating his words, he reaches down and grabs my- bare erection? How the fuck did he pull that off? The thought was gone as quickly as it came as his warm hand began sliding up and down slowly, spreading precum over the shaft.
Forming a coherent sentence was difficult enough without the moans to help, but I couldn't just let something like this go, "But Shir-mnn-o, we c-ah-an do this when-nnn-ever we want anyw-ah-" His hand sped up at the end and I heard him chuckle, "Tell me you haven't thought of this once in the past five days we've been apart Ichigo. Tell me that you'd still be laying for me like this on the table if there was a chance your roommate could walk through the door at any minute...Actually, no. If you are capable of talking right now, then I'm doing something wrong." As soon as those words left his mouth, he dropped low and sealed his lips around the tip of my erection, tongue pressing into the slit and blanking my mind of everything except his touch.
I heard a chair scrape across the floor and chanced a look down to see him seated at the table between my legs, sucking me down like my dick was the best thing he ever tasted. The sight of him feasting on me like that was too much, and I had to lay my head back before I came. It feels like it's been forever since I've felt this pleasure and I want to enjoy it as long as possible.
Despite my moans as he expertly took me all in, I heard the oh so familiar click of a small bottle. Placing the heels of my feet on the table, I lifted my lower body slightly and slid my hands under and down to spread the cheeks that would get in the way. Shiro hummed in approval and slid a slicked up finger into my tight, 'unused for five days' hole. It was clear that he had every intention of doing this slowly, since it had been awhile and he didn't want to hurt me. But I wouldn't last that long, and I wanted him inside me when I came.
Reaching down, I pulled his head up and moaned the only word that would come to me at the moment, "More..."
He smirked and leaned forward, inserting another finger, not waiting before scissoring them. Good he got the message. When the third finger entered, the slight pain equalized some of the pleasure and I was able to voice the question that had been bouncing around the back of my head for the last few minutes, "Shiro, where the hell were you hiding the lube?" I'm pretty sure those sweat pants don't have pockets.
He snorted in amusement, "A good magician never reveals his secrets Ichi."
Before I could respond, his fingers began molesting my prostate and my mouth fell open, head thumping back against the table.
"E-enough, Shir-aho, I'm ready."
He stood and leaned over me again, tongue trailing up my neck to nip at my jaw, "Are you now? Then please, do tell me how to serve."
No! I know that tone of voice. He is Not teasing me tonight! Grabbing the hair on the back of his head I bring his face up to mine, "Shut-up and fuck me, asshole."
Giving a whole-hearted laugh, Shiro lined himself up and pushed inside me slowly, stretching my inner walls in a much needed pleasurable pain. After a moment to adjust, I commanded him to, "Move."
Slowly pulling back, eyes closed while trying to restrain himself he asked, "How do ya want it?"
I grinned and grabbed the edges of the table, "Fast and hard."
A menacing smile spread across his whole face, and if I were any other man, I'd probably be scared shit-less. As it stands though, I know what that smile means for me and I nearly laugh in excitement.
"As my King wishes."
VvvvvvvvvvvvvV (page break)
"Attention passengers, at this time if you would please secure any loose articles you have and turn off all electronics, we will be ready for take off momentarily."
My blond mentor looked up from the book sitting in his lap, "This inspection certainly is taking awhile. We should have been off the ground half an hour ago."
I wasn't sure how long the process normally took, being it's my first time on a plane, but it seems like a thorough inspection would be a good thing, "Personally I'm fine with it if they wanna take their time. Better to get there late and in one piece then end up floating in the ocean somewhere."
He glanced over me and out the window, "Judging by how long it is taking them to simply 'inspect' the plane, I don't have much confidence that we won't be doing that anyway."
He was saying it in a joking manner, but the thought still had me nervous, "Shut up, Urahara."
He chuckled and leaned back in his seat, about to speak until the flight attendant came back on the overhead discussing safety information. Alright, I understand the need to discuss the oxygen masks, and maybe even the emergency exits, but how to buckle your seat belt? Really?
The teenage brat next to Urahara starts quietly making fun of the attendant's accent and a baby starts crying somewhere in the background. As we start to taxi, Urahara whispers something to the teenager, who in turn starts sputtering, looking at the blond man like he's Satan, and the baby's wailing gets louder. I groan, this is going to be a really long flight.
Giving up on a peaceful flight, I look out the window and do my best to drown them all out, thoughts drifting to my pale lover. The night before last he asked me to move in with him. Then after mind blowing sex on my kitchen table, he promised to wait patiently for a decision and that no matter what it was, he wasn't going anywhere. Sometimes I wonder how I got lucky enough to end up with him. Good karma maybe? Our current relationship is everything I could have hoped for given my hectic schedule. But to seriously consider moving in with someone else?
Finally, the plane speeds up and we take off, the roaring of the engines blissfully helping drown out the surrounding noise.
I should say no, right? The old Ichigo would have definitely said no. So why the hell is this so difficult? What has changed exactly to make me second guess myself? Is it just that Shiro happens to be one of the most convincing people ever? No, that can't be it...His reason for moving in together was probably the weakest persuasive suggestion I've ever heard from the man. But it's not like his heart wasn't in it, just that he seemed so confident that the answer really was that simple. We love each other, so what more is there? Logically I know that love isn't enough, but just like lust, rage, depression, and euphoria, it is an emotion that clouds reason. I knew that, and yet I let myself fall in love with him anyway.
I turn and look out the airplane window, twilight colored sky meeting my vision. Staring out into the blending warm and cool colors, I think back through our relationship and all the times that added up to the old, always certain Ichigo being transformed into the current, indecisive Ichigo.
I remembered the first time I ever saw him, my mysterious golden eyed savior on the train home. Sure it didn't give me the best first impression, fainting in his arms and all, but I owe everything to that little flu bug that caused the whole situation. Thinking back on it, I don't remember him standing in the aisle next to my seat, so where the hell did he come from anyway? I felt myself smile when I realized that he must have had his eye on me before the incident even happened. Maybe I'll ask him about that later.
Then there was the hospital. God, when he walked through that door, I thought I'd die from embarrassment. The man who caught me on the train apparently took the time out of his day to accompany me to the hospital, and he was freaking gorgeous. His name, Tensa Shirosaki, and I quickly learned that he was a merciless tease. As soon as I was cleared to leave, he insisted on coming with. After all, he couldn't let me go fainting into the arms of another stranger. And that is where it all started...
"You shouldn't tease the sick ya know."

"Hmm, yer right. I'm sorry Ichi. Let me make it up to ya?"

"Dunno. What did you have in mind?"

"Nothin' major. Ya are sick so I'm not gonna ask ya for more than ta join me for lunch. An' I'd like to make sure ya make it home ok. Can't go faintin' in strangers arms ya know."

"Sure, I will take you up on that, under one condition..."

"Anythin'."

"You let me buy, since I caused you so much trouble today."

"Sure, under one condition..."

"What's that?"

"I get to buy next time."

"It's a deal."
Looking back to that day, I realize that by the time we made it to the restaurant I was already crushing on him, hard. His astonishing good looks, the way the light caught his eyes and hair, good God that body, and to top it all off, he had a great sense of humor. Though, the little one-sided game of footsie he initiated in the diner almost sent me running for the hills. Hell if it hadn't been for that smile, yeah, the one that makes my knees shake, I probably would have run. His sincere apology combined with my first encounter with that damn smile definitely saved his ass.
Feeling a light nudge to my arm, I turn to find a concerned looking Urahara, "Everything alright, Kurosaki-kun? You've been staring at your reflection for the past twenty minutes."
Reflection? I glance back to the window to find that yep, sure enough, now that it was dark outside, the only thing the small oval window had to offer was my own reflection. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired I guess."
He nods and sits back, positioning the small, provided pillow behind his unruly blond locks, "Well, it's quite a long flight, so you have plenty of time to rest."
Grabbing my own pillow, I nod back and flip the light over my head off, "Yeah, sounds good."
Leaning back, I position the pillow behind my neck and close my eyes. Though I wasn't lying about being tired, I had absolutely no intention of falling asleep. Instead, losing myself again to memories of Shiro.
I honestly can't pinpoint exactly when I fell in love with him, so many things happened over those first few months and I was still coming to terms with breaking my cardinal rule, no relationships. How did that happen anyway? I mean, Grimmjow's pretty hot too, and obviously devoted, but I wouldn't break it for him. Thinking a little more on the subject, it's embarrassing to admit, even to myself, that Shiro broke it in less than two days.
Maybe I'm a victim of the savior complex? Good looking man catches me on the train and sees that I make it to the hospital and then home alright...It's possible, I guess. But, if it had been the same situation with a different man, say Grimmjow or Kaien, would I have reacted the same? No and not a chance in hell. So I can safely rule the savior complex out, though I can't tell if I'm happy or disappointed that my 'moment of weakness' can't be blamed on simple psychology. I wasn't fickle, but I still don't have a cause.
I suppose it is more likely that I am a victim of Shiro's charm than anything else. I knew when I went to bed that first night that I was treading on dangerous ground, but the next day I excitedly answered his call and gave him a time to come over anyway. If his looks and personality were dangerous, then his cooking and kissing were deadly...
"Shiro, where exactly did you get this soup? It's really freakin' good."
"Really? Why thank-ya Ichi, I made it for ya myself."
I feel myself smile when I try to recall my embarrassed rambling that followed. Luckily, Shiro didn't give me the chance to embarrass myself too badly, cutting me off with what I will always refer to as that kiss.
Just the thought of his damn tongue had me hot. The way it slid across my bottom lip for entrance, how it expertly explored my mouth, Shiro's hand running through my hair and gently massaging my scalp, and when he finally let me taste him, God he tasted so impossibly good, something that has never changed.
Yeah, that was probably the nail in the coffin. It was right after that kiss that I had made the conscious decision to give him a chance. After all, what sane man could deny himself what I had just then experienced? Certainly not this one.
While I am sure that I wasn't in love with him yet, I had to have wanted him pretty bad to let him keep that chance after the whole Ulquiorra and little black book fiasco. Though if it hadn't been for Chad's advice, I probably would have washed my hands of the whole thing then. I don't think I've ever properly thanked him for that one...Mental list of things to do: Get Chad a really awesome Christmas present. Though I should probably give a little credit to Shiro too. When he showed up at my door with a clean bill of health, proving he was STD free, and a spare key to his place, I knew then how badly he wanted that chance and that I'd made the right decision to give it to him.
Suddenly, the plane jerked and my eyes snapped open, hands moving to tightly grip the armrests. A few more small jerks and the seat belt light came on, a 'ding' sounding through the cabin. Just as Urahara shifted in his seat, obviously just waking up, a voice filtered over the intercom, "Folks, this is your captain speaking. It seams we're entering a rough patch of air, so I ask that you please remain seated with your seat belts fastened for the time being. We should be through it in about five to ten minutes. Thank you for your cooperation."
I'm not afraid of the flying, that part is just fine. It's the turbulence that bothers me. Being thousands of miles in the air, there shouldn't be ANY uncontrolled falling, no matter how short the distance. Apparently my white knuckles and clenched teeth give my secret away to my companion, "Are you afraid of flying Kurosaki-kun?"
I answer, a little irritated but the effect was probably lost through clenched teeth, "No, I'm not afraid of flying...I just don't enjoy falling."
"Ah, then you must really not like landing. Would you like to hold my hand when we start to land?" Though his effort at keeping it in is a success, I can tell he is repressing a laugh. So I answer with as much attitude as I can conjure at the moment, "No thank you. Besides that's controlled falling...It's different."
"Ah, but I believe your fears would be differently placed if you knew more about planes and flying. Take off and landing for example. Did you know that-"
I cringed, "Please shut-up."
He chuckled at that and leaned back again, "Just let me know if you change your mind about holding hands."
Snorting, I contemplate taking him up on his offer, maybe I can muster up enough force to break his hand.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only eight minutes we were once again sailing smoothly through the air. After a minute or two more another 'ding' sounded and the seat belt light went dark again.
I was so caught up in my earlier thoughts that I didn't notice the attendant mention that we could use our electronics. But she must have done it at some point because I saw several i-Pods and a few laptops out and running. Digging through my carry on, I retrieve my i-Pod and slide the backpack back under the seat in front of me. Slipping in the ear-buds, I press the play button and can't help the loud laugh that escapes when I easily place the beat of the first song. Ignoring the strange looks of the surrounding passengers, I lean back and let the song pull out some of my most fond memories...
"Ladies and Gentlemen please,
Could you bring your attention to me,
For a feast for your eyes to see,
An explosion of catastrophe.
Like nothing you've ever seen before,
Watch closely as I open this door,
Your jaws will be on the floor,
After this you'll be begging for more...
The fluid movements of his perfect body, encased in all that tight, sinful leather, and the way his skin and hair glow in the blacklight, God just the thought of watching him makes me hard. It's funny how reserved and nervous I was about watching him work at first. I thought I'd die the first time I brought it up, which was coincidentally, the first night we had sex.
...Welcome to the show,
Please come inside.
Ladies and Gentlemen
Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it!
Ladies and Gentlemen...
I remember the feeling well, the eagerness, the nervousness, the need, it was pretty overwhelming after nearly four years of celibacy. There weren't many words between us that night, but not many were really needed either. We needed each other, and I already knew that I loved him by that point. But I kept my feelings to myself until my world came crashing down the first night I saw him dance.
...Ladies and Gentlemen good evening,
You've seen that seeing is believing,
Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding,
Please check to see if you're still breathing,
Hold tight cause the show is not over,
If you will please move in closer,
You are about to be bowled over,
By the wonders you are about to behold here...
Pale skin and black leather boy shorts dance through my mind. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but because of that night, I have a rather unhealthy obsession with this song, and never miss Shiro's performance when he plans on performing to it. I remember my speeding heart, slow brain function, sweaty palms, and really, I wouldn't be surprised if someone had told me I was drooling.
...Welcome to the show,
Welcome to the show,
Please come inside,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it..!
When that marble cut, fluidly moving, albino dance god looked directly at me across the floor, and the performance smile slipped into one I recognized as a little more real, I swear, the room could have caught fire and I wouldn't have known, my attention focused solely on my man on stage.
...Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it..!
When the song had ended, my legs couldn't carry me fast enough to that door leading backstage, and then to his room. The image of him sitting so casually, dressed so provocatively in so little, will be vividly seared into my brain forever. Also my stupidity of completely forgetting my surroundings and failing to lock the door before jumping on top of him, as we proceeded to mindlessly molest each other. And then there was Grimmjow...
...Welcome to the show,
Welcome to the show,
Glad you came alone,
Glad you came alone,
Please come inside,
Ladies and Gentlemen...
"Get your fucking hands off my Strawberry!" Ah, Grimmjow, Grimmjow, Grimmjow. You always did know exactly what to say to effectively irritate the hell out of me. But that whole encounter did drag a much needed love confession out of me. God, I'll never forget Shiro's face when that came out.
...Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it!
Ladies and Gentlemen...
That little discovery brought with it, a year of near constant fighting anytime Grimmjow and Shiro saw each other, and provoked me into taking back up physical training. We had been pretty evenly matched four years ago, but Grimmjow kept training, and I went to Med school, enough said. Luckily, Shiro was there to expedite my training back to the fighter I used to be. For anything I need really, he's always there...
...Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it!
Ladies and Gentlemen...
Whenever I feel down, whenever work and studying become overwhelming, the death of Kyo- Mr. Heim, Shiro's always there, always supportive, always knows exactly what I want or need, sometimes even before I do. And with his carefree, live in the moment type personality, I never really get the chance to repay him. In fact, the other night was the first time I ever really saw him...need in a way that wasn't related to sex.
...Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it!
Ladies and Gentlemen...
Knowing that, could I really deny him? Hell, do I even want to? I won't lie, the idea is very appealing, but it's such a huge step. Holding on to my last shred of resistance, I try to envision Shiro's reaction if I were to tell him 'no.' He'd be disappointed sure, but he wouldn't want me to feel guilty, so he'd probably try to hide his feelings on the subject. But despite his best effort, I'd see it in his eyes, I've been with him too long not to notice. I never want to see that look in those eyes, much less be the cause of it. And with that, I wave good-bye to my last shred of resistance and probably sanity as the answer becomes clear...
...Boom! Do you want it?
Boom! Do you need it?
Boom! Let me hear it!"
Old Ichigo be damned, I want it, Shiro needs it, and that's all there is to it. Ladies and Gentlemen, Kurosaki Ichigo is foolishly ready to take that next step.
***LoL...'foolishly' -I couldn't make him sound too eager right? (note- I didn't necessarily incorporate the song because it 'fit' with Ichigo's thoughts, but because of the obvious 'sentimental' value he attaches to it).
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