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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author�s Notes: We have smut! *Kisuke smiles and waves at all the readers* �I have been told to tell you that if yaoi bothers you, then you can leave. I would suggest a little therapy myself, but each to their own.�

*Katami bangs her head on the desk* �Can�t you behave just once?� Once again, if this humble offering pleases you then please leave a review. To all the people who have reviewed, I thank you greatly, I love knowing that others are getting a kick out this story.

*Kisuke peeks out* �And she calls me an attention whore.�

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Momentum and fear carried him past the coaches, over the fence and nearly eight blocks before he realized he wasn�t being followed. As he leaned against the side of a building, doubled over to catch his breath after the frantic dash, Kisuke wondered if he hadn�t overreacted just a tiny bit. But the instant that hand closed on his shoulder something inside him had seized control and reacted, no thought, no plan, just pure instinct. There had been moments like that in the past, mostly when he was fighting and they always left him feeling out of place, not sure of who he was or where he was.

He didn�t get into fights often, preferring to talk his way out of a situation or avoid it all together if he could, but there had been times when people had refused to let him walk away. He had always reacted swiftly and brutally, with a skill he hadn�t dreamed he possessed. His mother had signed him up for kendo when he was seven but he had stopped going after only two weeks; he had beaten everyone from the sensei down. He never knew how, his body had just known what to do and done it. It had been the same this time, his body had known what to do and reacted while his mind had slipped away. Even now he still wasn�t entirely sure what he had done to get away.

He slowly straightened, glancing around in case the Shinigami and his companion had pursued him at a more sedate pace. Seeing no one, Kisuke sighed and began walking, not sure where he was going but the physical activity helped him settle back into himself as he let his mind circle over everything he had seen and heard.

He was mostly left with questions and very few answers. A pity because he had never been very good at accepting questions. Eaten up with curiosity his mother called it, he called it keeping his mind suitably occupied. Either way it insured that he didn�t like leaving things as questions.

He was fairly sure the red haired man was a Shinigami. He seemed to match what the dreams told him a Shinigami should be like. The dark haired man wasn�t a Shinigami but he must have been an ally of theirs. He didn�t remember any allies from the dreams but the dreams could hardly be considered reliable sources of information.

He let his wandering feet draw him west toward the river. He liked walking along the bank, something about the air and water soothing him. He walked until he came to a quiet spot with a large tree. He settled against the base of the tree, content to watch the water and let it lull his mind. He was safe and he once more felt at home in his body. His eyes drifted closed, his body soaking in the warmth of the late afternoon sun and the gentle sounds of the water and the light traffic along the foot trail. It was perfect, just what he needed to remember who he was and push whatever strange genie was lurking inside him back into the bottle. His mind drifted lazily and sleep claimed him before he knew it.

Water poured over him, just shy of scalding, soothing and relaxing his tired body. Showers were without a doubt, one of the greatest inventions known to man. Baths were nice, but there was just something about a long, hot shower at the end of the day. He closed his eyes and sighed in appreciation, promising himself that he would start washing in a moment, after the water had worked a little more of its magic on his body.

The door slid open soundlessly but the blast of cool air and warm brush of a familiar reiatsu alerted him to the presence of his companion, bringing a small, soft smile to his lips. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind, pressing a hard chest against his back, making him sigh and relax into the embrace. It felt so good to be wrapped in those arms, safe and right, like he had finally found the one place in the universe that he belonged. Warm breath tickled his ear as a second later soft lips grazed his cheek and made him turn his head to catch them in a slow, achingly tender kiss that was all lips and tongues. He sucked gently on his lover's tongue and was rewarded with a soft murmur. He chuckled faintly as his own tongue was teased into his lover's mouth and nibbled softly. It had taken awhile but he was finally starting to teach the boy some appreciation for foreplay. When Ichigo finally drew back from the kiss Urahara groaned and let his head fall back onto the younger man's shoulder.

"I thought you couldn't come tonight, something about a book report," he murmured softly as those warm lips found his neck and began to trace a path down it with feather light kisses and tiny licks. The arms holding him loosened slightly until one hand rested on his chest, playing with his nipples, while the other slid down his body to linger teasingly close to his hardening cock.

"I decided to make time for the important things in life. Besides, sleep is overrated," came a warm purr that made his knees weak. This man was his sin, the one he would burn for. As fingers brushed over his nipples and knuckles gently grazed his cock he decided that some sins really were worth committing and this was one of them. He groaned and rolled his hips, delighting in the feel of a hard cock sliding against his ass. Ichigo moaned soft encouragement and nipped his neck playfully. �Definitely more important than any book report,� chuckled the younger man.

Kisuke felt a smile pull at his lips and turned his head to catch his lover�s lips again. This kiss was all heat and hunger and passion, pure Ichigo, and he loved it. He groaned and shivered as a soap slicked hand closed around his arousal and began stroking him with gentle, teasing movements that left him trying desperately to get just a little more friction. Ichigo chuckled and pinched his nipple, thrusting against his back and groaning softly. "Mmm...missed you, Kisuke." His name in that desire roughened voice was like a drug and he was fast becoming hopelessly addicted to hearing it.

Long fingers slid over the head of his cock, gently playing with the foreskin before sliding it back, a thumb rubbed over the head making him moan. Each stroke wrung some soft sound of desire from him and only encouraged his lover more. He loved the way the younger man touched him. Truth be told, he loved too many things about the orange haired Shinigami sharing his bed. It would be far too easy to fall in love with the boy. And Kisuke knew that giving his heart to the younger man would only end in heartbreak for one of them. Most likely him. He knew with morose certainty that things couldn�t last and that at some point Ichigo would move on and all he would be left with were memories. Still, there were moments when he was tempted to whisper the truth that was slowly consuming him. He loved this man and he suspected that he always would.

Soapy fingers slid between their undulating bodies and Kisuke couldn�t help but whimper in delight as a finger teased his entrance. His hips bucked as the finger slipped inside and he moaned as the fist around his cock tightened, stoking faster, rougher. He felt Ichigo�s reiatsu flare around them, hot and wild, and carefully blunted it with his own. A second finger joined the first as he wove their spirit energies together. Ichigo groaned and sagged against him as their combined reiatsu enshrouded him, pulsing with lust and tingling with energy. Kisuke had to chuckle, reiatsu play always pushed Ichigo hard, mostly because he hadn�t yet learned the fine control needed for it.

�One of these days you have to teach me that,� groaned Ichigo, pressing hard against his sweet spot and making Kisuke gasp as the world went white with pleasure for a moment.

�Of course, Kurosaki-kun,� he managed to get out on a pant. He was teasing the younger man, but unable to help himself, but his lover needed to laugh more and Kisuke took it as his personal mission to bring a smile to the younger man's lips at least once a day.

�None of that Kurosaki-kun crap in bed,� growled the boy, punctuating each word with a jab to his prostate and ending the pronouncement with a sharp nip to his ear that left Urahara dizzy with want for a moment. He breathed deeply, controlling his eagerness but unable to control the spike of lust that surged through his reiatsu. Ichigo gasped and held him tightly, whimpering as the lust ridden reiastu crashed over him.

�I can�t...I need...Kisuke,� panted the teen, removing his fingers and quickly replacing them with his cock, pushing in fast and hard and making them both moan. Hot wet kissed were littered over his shoulder, a silent apology for the loss of control and Kisuke reached back to thread his fingers into his lover�s hair and tug his head up. His teeth caught Ichigo's bottom lip, his tongue darting across it before thrusting into the boy's mouth, tasting and claiming. Ichigo gave a low growl and slammed into him hard, making him gasp. He braced himself against the wall, pushing back eagerly and groaning as sword roughened hands grabbed his hips. Each thrust rocked him onto his toes and he knew there would be bruises on hips later, but at the moment Kisuke didn't care, all that mattered was the cock moving inside him, hitting that spot on each stroke and making him see stars. Gods above and below he loved this man!

Ichigo thrust into him one last time, crying out sharply as he came. He felt the boy spasm inside him, pleasure soaked reiatsu washing over him in a wave, and gave a soft choked little whine before his own release was breaking over him. He dimly heard Ichigo moan and felt strong arms drag him close before they were sinking to the floor, neither one of them steady enough to stay up or keep the other up.

His eyes shot open as his body was startled from the light doze. He was achingly hard and all he wanted was to close his eyes and recapture the lost moment of bliss, follow it into completion. Screw the mess he would make of his pants and screw the risk of public humiliation.

The screaming started a second later.

He was on his feet barely a second after that, lust replaced by fear. He flung out his spirit senses as he ran, trying to detect the reason for all the screaming and finding it instantly. A hollow. Large and powerful if what he was sensing was anything to go by. It washed out the all the souls around it, but he could tell there were a lot. He could hear them all screaming.

For a moment he wondered why he was running towards the hollow; it outstripped him in power and he didn�t even have a sword to fight with. A fresh burst of screaming gave him his answer. He couldn�t leave who knew how many people to be hurt or killed. He had to at least try and help, even if all he did was give a few people a chance to run while the hollow killed him.

He turned a corner sharply and barely managed to skid to a halt and avoid running headlong in the hollow. Kisuke felt his eyes widen as he took in the monster and wondered again why he had thought running towards it was a good idea. It was nearly two stories tall and almost as wide. It resembled some demented cross between a millipede and a crab, with dozens of legs and two huge, claw tipped arms. A bone mask covered its face and there was a hole in the center of its body. It held a small boy in one claw but as its eyes focused on him, Kisuke saw it release the boy. He stumbled back a few paces under the hollow�s scrutiny, the hollow following eagerly. For a moment he was relieved to see a woman rush in and pull the boy to safety. At least someone would be safe. He was remembering that saying about there being a thin line between heroics and suicide and wondering which side of the line his actions came down on.

The hollow scuttled forward and Kisuke hopped back, his eyes searching for anything, help, a weapon, a place to flee to. Nothing presented itself and Kisuke decided this definitely came down on the suicide side of things. A claw plunged toward him and he felt his body responding to the threat, shoving his mind out of the loop and just moving. He took only a small step back, shifting his weight, the tiny movement drawing him out of the claw�s path. He pivoted and leapt over the second claw which came at him from the side, landing smoothly and turning to face the hollow, a small serene little smile on his lips. He moved as if he were dancing, all fluid grace and sinuous movements, always keeping the hollow�s attention and always staying just a hair�s breath out of its reach.

The hollow grew annoyed and roared, throwing itself forward with lightning quick speed. He leaned back to avoid the claw that tried to slice him open, feeling a sharp bite as the claw grazed his chest, opening a thin red line from his collarbone to his navel. He managed to avoid the killing blow but as he tried to shift his weight he realized he had over balanced. He felt himself tumbling back. The impact jarring his mind back from the waking dream and cold dread filled him. He would die.

Kisuke stared up at the face of his demise and felt the panic, the fear of death , all of it shoved aside. This was not the gentle lose of self he was used to, this was fast and brutal. The claw descended and Kisuke wanted to scream but couldn�t, couldn�t feel his body. �Hadou 33: Soukatsui. Way of Destruction,� he found himself saying, having no idea where the words were coming from, his hands moving as blue energy filled them. A vicious ball of blue lightening slammed into the claw and his body was moving, rolling aside. He was back on his feet an instant later, coolness spilling through his body. He didn�t have Benihime but he was far from harmless. A captain of the Thirteen was never helpless.

A flicker of black at the edge of his vision barely drew his attention. The fight was in front of him and distraction could get him killed. �Run!� screamed a voice from somewhere to his left; he ignored it. He didn�t need to run.

�Bakudou 61: Rukujyoukourou,� he snarled, six swords of light shooting through the hollow to pin it, like a bug he noted with mild curiosity and amusement. A black clad figure appeared at his side, another Shinigami, but he didn�t now her. Her badge marked her as member of the 5^th and a vice captain at that - odd since he knew the vice captain of the 5^th and this girl was not him. She was short with dark hair that was layered against her neck and huge dark eyes. She was pretty in a cool, hard sort of way and reminded him of Byakuya-kun. She was staring at him in shocked wonder, like she had never seen kidou performed before, which was just stupid, one did not make vice captain without being able to at least perform a few basic spells.

�Hadou 90: Kurohitsugi. Black coffin,� he murmured calmly before gasping as it felt like his soul was being ripped to shreds. He staggered as the world went dark and swirled maddeningly around him. Kisuke dropped to the ground, shaking and panting, his body frozen as bile climbed in his throat.

What was that?! What had he done? What the hell was he! What was wrong with him?

�What are you?� whispered the Shinigami, her soft voice startlingly loud. He stared at her, seeing the fear and amazement in her eyes, feeling it resonate through his body. Noises began to penetrate the shocked numbness that had enshrouded his mind and his eyes darted around as panic rose up to embrace him.

The Shinigami took a step towards him and Kisuke scrambled back on his hands and knees. It was too much. He had to get away! Had to make it all settle in his head. He was up and moving before he or the Shinigami knew it, fleeing for something far more precious than his life - his sanity.
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