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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's notes: Can someone tell Kisuke that he is not suppose to give me this sort of grief? Two weeks, three drafts and finally we have a chapter that neither of us is thrilled over but that we can at least agree to. Also, if smut bothers you, go away, I am not inclined to be kind after the stress writing this chapter generated. Reviews are always appreciated and constructive criticism offered kindly is always nice.

Sorry Ryn, I'm a Chemist by trade. I simply read way too much as a kid.

Remyjames, again I am left wondering whether I need to apologize or blush that another person read this thing in one shot. Glad you�ve enjoyed it so far, although I am wondering who is talking about me on LJ (since my own is woefully neglected in favor of writing this beast).

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Ichigo met him on the steps, kissing him hard, a long deep kiss that seemed designed to make up for every lost moment in that one kiss. The younger man clung to him, not letting go and despite his intentions Kisuke knew his own fingers were clutching the boy just as tightly. He moaned and returned the hard embrace, crushing the orange-haired Shinigami to his chest and kissing him back just as passionately. Tongues dueled as their fingers groped for purchase, desperate to get closer.

"Mmmm...missed you...missed you so much," groaned Ichigo, punctuating each word with a kiss before sealing their lips together again.

Kisuke pulled away, unable to suppress his chuckle of amusement. "You were gone a week," he reminded the younger man, not wanting to think about how many of those night he had sat up awake, unable to sleep because Ichigo wasn't tucked in next to him. It was becoming frightening how much he needed the young Shinigami, how often he would turn around wanting to tell him something, or how reassuring it was to wake up from a nightmare and glance down and see him.

He shouldn't need this.

He had meant to call a halt to their affair after the first time. He had meant to explain things to Ichigo that first morning, explain how they had made a terrible mistake and they should both just forget about it and move on. But he had fallen asleep with the boy curled against him and when he had opened his eyes in the morning, Ichigo had been staring down at him, this soft, sweet smile on his lips. He had looked so happy. Happy to find himself in bed with one Urahara Kisuke.

And then orange-haired young man had kissed him and all his good intentions had melted away. The younger man had pulled him close and he had given in, telling himself that it wouldn�t happen again. But it had. A second and a third and fourth time until finally he had stopped fighting it.

"You try spending a week with my father," muttered Ichigo, pausing in his explorations of the blonde's neck. Kisuke chuckled, unable to help himself. He would have had a wonderful time with Isshin. Of course, he and Isshin had been clubbing together for centuries; but it was better not to remind Ichigo of that. Neither of them liked to think too hard about Isshin - especially when they were together.

The young Shinigami must have seen the twinkle in his eye though because the redhead glared at him. "Not one word or I'm going home," he warned.

"Of course not, Kurosaki-kun," he agreed placidly, kissing the younger man before Ichigo could scold him for using his surname. He gently pulled the younger man off the porch and back into the shop toward his bedroom, never breaking their kiss.

Ichigo attacked his clothing the second the door slid closed. His hat was the first thing to go, tossed across the room, and Kisuke couldn't help but chuckle. Ichigo and Yoruichi seemed to have hat issues; he didn't understand why, his hat was very stylish - no matter what anyone said.

He pausing in kissing the redhead and tugged his shirt off, groaning as his fingers encountered warm, smooth skin. He nibbled the younger man's neck, sucking hard where his neck met the shoulder. Ichigo moaned, his hands sliding up from fumbling with the blonde�s shirt and into his hair to hold him there. Kisuke chuckled and nipped at his collarbone before kissing the spot lightly.

Strong fingers deftly undid the fastening to his pants, sending the green cloth to the floor and causing the older man to stumble. Ichigo grabbed his hips and pulled him close, trying to steady him and instead losing his own balance. They crashed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, cursing softly and trying to right themselves before their eyes locked and they both laughed.

"We'll be dead before we get naked at this rate," grumbled Ichigo, sitting up and quickly chucking the remainder of his clothes.

"A slightly less romantic method but it definitely has its advantages," purred Kisuke, his eyes traveling over his lover's body. A week at the beach had given him a healthy tan that made his skin seem to glow in the dying afternoon light, his hair was shimmering and the heat in those brown eyes made his knees weak. He tossed his own shirt away and drew Ichigo close, sighing as the younger man settled against him, feeling whole for the first time in days.

He shouldn�t want this, he told himself, but feeling Ichigo, his body warm and hard against his and his reiatsu crackling around them, Kisuke couldn�t help himself. In the short time they had been together the younger man had become something he not only wanted, but something he suspected he would always want.

He gently pushed Ichigo onto his back, earning a slight frown from the redhead as they slowly separated. He smiled faintly at the younger man, leaning over to give him a quick kiss, knowing better than to let himself linger too long. Ichigo had a way of distracting him, it made him think the sake hadn�t been the only thing to go to his head that first night. �Kisuke?� murmured the redhead, staring at him as he sat back on his heels, staring down at intoxicating vision of Kurosaki Ichigo sprawled out on his bed.

�Shh�I�m welcoming you home,� he told the boy, grinning softly down at the younger man. �Just relax and enjoy,� he ordered, a long fingered hand petting Ichigo�s chest. The faint hint of uncertainty in those warm brown eyes made him give the younger man a reassuring smile and needled his conscious that their first time had probably been Ichigo�s - a fact he was not going to question the young man about for fear of actually having it confirmed. Bad enough to fuck a friend�s son, but he was fairly sure taking your friend�s son�s virginity earned you a one-way passage straight to Hell.

He cradled Ichigo�s face in his hands for a moment, staring at him before smiling and giving him a gentle kiss. He nuzzled the younger man�s neck, delighting in the soft groans and the subtle shifting of his lover�s body to get more. Ichigo jumped as he nipped playfully at his neck, careful not to leave a mark where anyone might notice it. Isshin liked to play the fool but he was not an idiot.

His hands slid over the younger man�s chest caressing and exploring, refamiliarizing himself with the ridges and plains, and taking in all that beautiful golden skin. Ichigo arched into the touches like a cat longing to be petted and Kisuke couldn�t help but lean down to nuzzle him, savoring the warmth of his skin and the beating of his heart. He ran blunt nails over Ichigo�s ribs and licked his nipple, earning a whine from the young man as he wasn�t quite sure whether to object to the slightly ticklish sensation or lean into the wet caress.

�Kisuke.� His name in a soft growl than sent blood rushing to his cock and that the blonde suspected he would be hearing in his dreams until the day he died.

He smiled at Ichigo, one of his honest and sincere ones (he had practiced it in the mirror), which seemed to make the younger man frown even more. �Just enjoy,� he murmured, sucking on the younger man�s right nipple while he gently plucked the left. Ichigo groaned, arching into the touches, his hands clutching desperately at Kisuke�s shoulders. �I promise you�ll like this,� purred the blonde, giving his left nipple a quick kiss before sliding down his lover�s body.

He nipped and kissed his way down Ichigo's torso, smirking as Ichigo strained at every brush of his body against the younger man's. He chuckled and blew a soft raspberry against the young Shinigami's stomach, making Ichigo glare at him. "Idiot," muttered the redhead, but he softened the words by reaching out to gently touch the blonde's cheek. Kisuke leaned into the soft caress, unable to resist the small, infinitely precious touch. Ichigo was always gentle when touching him, always treating it like some rare gift he had been given that he never intended to forget. He kissed the redhead's palm, something coiling tight in his chest, making him wonder how he would live without this when it was gone.

Brown eyes grew wide as he settled between Ichigo�s legs, his hands settling on the redhead's hips. He eyed the young man's cock, already hard and smeared with pre-come and gave his lover a smirk. Long, fingers wrapped around his cock and Ichigo moaned, thrusting his hips as his eyes slid closed. Kisuke chuckled faintly, stroking the redhead and delighting in the soft sounds of pleasure he pulled from the other man. �Did you touch yourself like this while you were away?� he asked, gently fondling the younger man�s balls. Brown eyes flew open, locking with his and filled with lust.

�Kisuke,� hissed the young Shinigami.

�Did you? Did you touch yourself? Did you think about me and touch yourself?� he purred, stroking the younger man�s cock and smirking as Ichigo�s eyes slid shut and an almost angry �yes� slipping from between his lips. �Good,� growled Kisuke, grabbing his hips and swallowing his cock to the base in one smooth motion. Ichigo screamed, fingers clawing at his shoulders and hips arching against his hold. Reiatus flashed over them, hot and untamed, and Urahara carefully tempered it with his own. He let his lips slide back up the younger man�s cock, teeth lightly scraping the top while his tongue caressed the underside. He circled the tip with his tongue, tasting the fluid gathered there and moaning softly.

Ichigo was sobbing, tossing his head and trying desperately to thrust. He sighed softly and sucked hard on his lover's tip. "God...Kisuke...," began Ichigo, his words trailing off into nothing but a long wail as the blonde swallowed him again. He pulled back up, smirking at Ichigo and licking a broad swipe from base to tip. Ichigo groaned and his hips jerked, his climax wringing a scream from the younger man and startling them both.

Kisuke grabbed the sheet wiping at his cheek and licking his lips a little, unable to hide his amusement and not even trying since Ichigo had his eyes closed and was still enjoying the afterglow of his release. The problem with teenagers, he thought, snuggling the younger man, and rubbing his own erection against the redhead�s hip, was they went off at the drop of a hat. Of course, there were also certain advantages, he reminded himself as Ichigo opened his eyes and blushed, a blush that made every brilliant orgasm he�d ever found with anyone else seem hollow. �Beautiful,� he whispered, gray eyes meeting brown as he kissed the younger man.

The boy wasn't the first to awaken, still caught in the lustful memory of their older self. He was the first to awaken; leaving him blissfully alone and in control without the constant struggle of dealing with the boy. He brought their body awake fast, but gave no outward sign of his return to consciousness. Instead he listened and sent out the faintest tendrils of reiatsu to investigate. There was something nagging at the edge of his perception, something wrong. Something that made him glad that he was the one in control.

The boy was startled back into alertness by the sharp slap to his reiatsu and the sound of eerie laughter. The captain felt a flash of annoyance as the youngster struggled awake. He was sluggish and numb, not knowing how to combat or compensate for the drugs in their system.

There was quick struggle as the boy fought him for control and he growled in annoyance as he was forced to yield a portion.

"I know you're awake," purred a strange voice that both chilled him and made him want to hurt something. He had the strangest urge to open his eyes and rend the bearer of that voice limb from limb. He forced his eyes open, blinking dazedly for a moment, before the world came into focus. The room was dim and filled with various things that he couldn't identify but assumed were medical or scientific instruments. The white kimono he had been in earlier was gone, leaving him in nothing but those damned briefs Ulquoirra had gotten him. There were needles and tubes in his arms and legs. Sensors were struck to his chest and wires covered him. The futon he had been resting on when he had drifted off to sleep had been replaced with a cold, metallic examining table and the chill was seeping into his body. He tried to move and felt a stab of panic as he found his limbs were bound. A spike of white-hot rage shot through him on the heels of the fear. He was so fucking sick of this! Waking up to strange things. Waking up to strange people. He wanted his life back! He wanted to go home!

'I can help you get home. I can get us out of here. Let me help,' whispered a soft voice filled with urgency. Urahara. Kisuke froze, terror suffusing him. The other man had never spoke to him before. 'Don't fight me. You need me. You don't know what he's capable of.'

'You won't let go,' he told the other man.

"Nothing to say Urahara-taichou?" taunted the eerie voice and Kisuke silently screamed as he was shoved aside.

He growled and glanced around before his attention centered on a blank patch of wall. "I can feel you, Kurotshuchi. Let me up. Now," he snarled softly.

A figure detached itself from the wall, a man in a captain's robes and hideous face paint, like a demented clown. He had always hated clowns and Kisuke had the suspicion that this man was the reason why. Somewhere inside was another spike of anger at the sight of the captain's robe, his captain's robe, on this man.

"I was beginning to think you would never wake up, Urahara-kun," purred the clown.

"Urahara-sama, but it's Mizuno these days. Let. Me. Go," he ground out, feeling his younger self stir restlessly, terrified and angry.

"I don't think so. I've been ordered to prove whether or not you're really Urahara. That requires study," hissed Kurotshuchi, malicious delight filling his face. "Extensive study."

"You don't want to try me, Mayuri. You won't like it," growled Kisuke, power pouring off him in angry waves. How dare Kurotshuchi touch him! How dare he try and take him apart or hold him down! No one held him! How dare this presumptuous child try! He would take Mayuri apart piece by piece for this, he thought, rage washing through him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, Mayuri," he purred with malevolent amusement. "Voice recognition: Urahara Kisuke. Sixteen, white, red, seven, nine, thirty-three, green, ten, black, two, twenty-seven, twelve.�

Kisuke couldn�t help the smug satisfaction that poured through him when the monitors died and the restraints snapped open. �Voice recognition confirmed. Urahara Kisuke. Status: God,� chirped computerized voice.

�We need to talk, Mayuri,� he growled, sitting up slowly. �Hadou 126!"
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