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Undisclosed Devotion	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ichigo/Ishida Views: 7352 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Ichigo had never seen this field before. It seemed to stretch on for miles, and the grass was peppered with red and white wild flowers. The sun was bright and warm against his face, yet not overpowering as he walked along, surprisingly undisturbed that he didn't know how he even got here. He moved along for a time, searching for something, but not knowing exactly what for. He just knew he felt peace and warmth throughout his body.

"Ichigo."

He turned to the sound of Uryu's voice, and his acknowledging answer caught in his throat. He was gloriously naked, all except for his Quincy cross that dangled from his wrist, the silver swaying with the slight motion of Uryu's arm raising up to beckon him. Ichigo literally felt his mouth hanging open as he stood frozen in place, running his eyes over the stunning sight of his naked flesh. A light breeze blew his raven hair playfully around his face, and he smirked slyly, his eyes filled with amusement and teasing seduction.

"Are you going to just stand there, mouth agape, or are you going to take me, Shinigami?"

"I..." Ichigo just realized he was wearing his shikakusho. Were they in Soul Society then? He shook his head. What the fuck was wrong with him to think about something so pointless? He didn't care where they were. All that mattered was Uryu was naked and offering himself up with no resistance. He groaned when Uryu took a step towards him and Ichigo rushed forward to close the gap between them, taking Uryu into his arms.

"Mn, you are eager," Uryu muttered in his ear, the soft teasing sound of his voice sending shivers through him.

"You have no idea," Ichigo answered, taking him down on the grass as gently as he could, planting kisses over his chest, tracing small circles with his tongue to taste his skin. A soft buzz sound, along with a techno beat hovered above them, distracting him from his prize. Ichigo looked up to see what the annoying disturbance was and eyed the hell butterfly with disdain.

'Why is it making that sound?' He blinked at the floating butterfly as it came directly at his face.

"Ichigo, will you please answer your phone?"

"What?" Ichigo looked back down at Uryu, confused as to why he was now fully clothed and looking thoroughly annoyed being pinned beneath him.

"Wake up already."

Ichigo cracked his eyes open, stuck between that state of sleep and semi-wakefulness, head still cloudy with the remainder of the dream. He blinked rapidly to get the dry feeling from his eyes and stupidly stared at his cell phone spinning on the coffee table, buzzing and producing that annoying ringtone he had yet to change to something more pleasing to the ears.

"Ichigo."

"Hm?" He lifted his head and regretted it when he felt the painful kink in his neck. "Ah..damn." He hadn't slept in the most comfortable or spacious of places, and even his long legs were curled up tight in a attempt to fit on Uryu's small sofa. He rubbed the side of his neck and reached for his phone as he forced himself to sit upright.

"You're not the quickest to wake up," Uryu said. He was standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing white pajamas, his hair a little messy from sleep, holding a cup in his hand.

"Um, yeah. I guess not," he said and cleared his throat that felt too dry. Ichigo kept his eyes on him and snapped his phone open. "Hello?"

"Did I wake you?" Urahara said much too brightly.

"Yes, actually." Not to mention ruining a hot dream for me.

"Ah, sorry about that, but it is 1 o'clock in the afternoon" he said, not sounding sorry in the least.

"Thanks for the info," Ichigo muttered and rubbed his face to wake himself more. "I'm assuming you called with real news?"

"A bit, but you might as well come to the shop to hear it. You're still at Uryu's place?"

"Yeah."

"Just pass it on then and head over when you two are ready." He hung up before Ichigo could answer.

Ichigo snapped the phone shut and put it back on the table, moving his head back and forth to work out the tight muscle in his neck. It was almost worse than after an extended stay out of his body. He jerked soft when he felt Uryu's hand touch the side of his neck and he looked up at him. He hadn't even heard him come over. His fingers pressed and massaged and Ichigo let his eyes slip closed to enjoy the sensation for as long as he could. As much as Ichigo wanted it, he wasn't altogether sure Uryu was going to be the touching type that often. At least not so soon after his initial acceptance of Ichigo's attraction to him.

"I offered to let you use my bed. You are my guest, Ichigo," Uryu said softly, working the pain away for him as best he could.

"I told you the sofa was fine. Besides, I don't think that would have been a good idea," he mumbled, head dropping down as his body relaxed.

"Why not?"

"Just take my word for it," he insisted. His memory of perverted self-pleasure came back fresh in his mind. That bed would have been too strong with his scent and reiatsu for him to get any kind of sleep. The sofa itself was bad enough with it.

"I don't understand you sometimes," Uryu said as he stopped the pleasurable massaging and sat beside him.

"Yeah, I'm a big mystery." He looked at Uryu and smiled a bit. "By the way, why did you put pajamas on? I mean, we were just napping to get a bit of rest." He couldn't really talk, he had shorts on and a tank top, but what Uryu was wearing seemed pretty extreme, even if he did look cute in it.

Uryu scoffed. "Am I supposed to sleep naked?"

"Yes, please." Another expertly thrown punch connected with his arm. "Uryu, dammit, will you stop hitting me?!"

"You're such a pervert!"

"I can't help it. Sometimes I don't act like myself at all around you, especially the last few days."

Uryu's demeanor was sketchy. It was hard to read exactly what he wanted and would be willing to go for when he was still looking at him with cool calm, yet his body language suggested he wanted something else. His hand brushed against Ichigo's before he took it to hold, looking away as if he was embarrassed even doing it. They sat that way quietly, fingers entwined, palms warm and pressed close together. It was a simple thing, but it made him happy that Uryu initiated the contact. He wanted to kiss him, but he didn't want to dampen the mood by pushing it. Uryu obviously needed to take this at his own pace. Ichigo just hoped that the pace wasn't going to be as slow as he feared it would be.

"That was Urahara on the phone, by the way."

"I figured as much. Are we heading over?"

Ichigo nodded, but stayed seated beside him, not quite ready to break the contact just yet. It felt good just being near him, and after having his dream rudely interrupted, he wanted to take what he could get. Uryu shifted a little closer beside him and Ichigo looked over with what he hoped wasn't too eager of an expression.

"Before we get ready to go, I wanted to ask you about something that's been bugging me since our talk," Uryu said.

"What is it?"

"You said you're attracted to me and that you have feelings for me. Why do you? What is it about me?"

"Fair question," Ichigo said and didn't even have to think on the answer. "You're the most intelligent person I have ever met. I love your strength and pride as a fighter. Your eyes." Ichigo looked into them as he spoke. "They're so blue it's like gazing into a ocean; so deep and cold, but when you look at me I get hot all over."

"...Oh," Uryu whispered and swallowed.

"I'm not finished." Ichigo reached and touched his hair. "I like how your dark hair falls against you face. The contrast of it against your light skin, well, I don't really have words to describe it without sounding more pathetic and sappy than I already do." His fingers traced over his cheek.

"Well..that's just.." Uryu leaned in, lips brushing his.

As small as the sofa was, the two of them didn't have a problem laying back on it as their lips locked into something more lush. Ichigo could taste the flavor of the kukicha tea Uryu had been drinking on his tongue. He groaned and breathed in through his nose, taking in his clean scent, shifting his body above him, his thigh up between Uryu's open legs to press gently against his groin. He snuggled into the warmth of Uryu's arms, body pent up with desire that he was painfully holding back. He meant to keep his promise to Uryu no matter how long he had to wait, but for now he melted into the kiss, hands roaming up along his sides. He just had to touch him. Just a little bit. Uryu squirmed beneath him.

"Ichigo," he moaned resistantly, the sound partly muffled and raspy against his lips.

"I know, Uryu," he whispered. "I promise to wait. Just let me touch you a little bit, please?" He knew he sounded desperate, but he didn't care. He wasn't the type to beg, but for Uryu he'd do exactly that.

"Alright, but don't go crazy," Uryu said low, giving him a warning with just a slight narrow of his beautiful eyes.

Ichigo kissed his lips soft, then moved to his neck, picking a spot just bellow his ear. He nipped soft on his skin, rolling his tongue over the patch of warm flesh before he latched his lips on and sucked hard. Uryu gasped, arms circling him closer against his body. Ichigo took his time tasting him, working open the buttons on his pajama shirt, lowering his body to kiss over the chest he was exposing.

Ichigo ignored the twitching throb of his arousal below his waist, focusing all his attention on his partner's body. His fingers moved over the star-like mark; the sign of his returned Quincy powers. Uryu shivered when his lips followed, tracing the black symbol with soft flicks of his tongue. Uryu's fingers gripped his hair when he captured a nipple, teasing the hard nub with his teeth, tugging the peak until he heard the soft groan of pleasure above him. His name passed Uryu's lips, the sound of it strained and pleading.

Damn if he didn't sound hot and very willing. Ichigo was about to lower and test the waters a little when the buzz and annoying ringtone blocked his euphoria once more. He turned his head against Uryu, resting his cheek midway between his chest and abdomen, glaring at the source of his loathing, wanting nothing more than to break it against the wall. Urahara was getting impatient most likely. He didn't move, enjoying the warm press of skin and the steady sound of Uryu's heartbeat against his ear too much.

"You should answer that," Uryu said.

"Yeah," Ichigo muttered. "I don't want to though."

Uryu flicked his ear sharply and that got him up and moving. It turned out to be Renji to tell him that after he and Rukia's report, Yamamoto ordered an investigation done on the incident. Ichigo was glad to know it wasn't just him that thought something more might be going on. He thanked Renji for the news before he hung up and looked back at Uryu. He was hoping to see a hot and bothered man, but what he got was cool calm, with a look that said, don't even think about it. Ichigo's expectation of a little more playtime fizzled. It was disappointing and slightly disturbing that Uryu had such quick control over his sexual desires. It was a challenge Ichigo looked forward to working on.

"Is it alright if I use your shower again. I think I need to cool off."

"Of course. Just be quick. I need one myself after you slobbered all over me," he muttered, straightening his glasses. Ichigo felt his face fall. Did he hate it so much? "Don't get that look." Uryu flushed and looked away. "I liked it." He nudged him to get him moving. "Go wash." Ichigo smiled and headed to the bathroom.

~*~

Ichigo looked at the golf ball sized box sitting on the middle of the table they were seated around. It was hard to believe something so small and harmless looking had thrown off his perception so much during his battle. Yet he couldn't forget how dangerous the Hogyoku had been at the same size. Nothing should be surprising at this point. Urahara sat silently across from him, waving his fan, his mood unhurried. They were waiting for Rukia and Renji to join them, but Ichigo was eager to hear what he'd found out about the device. He looked at hat and clogs impatiently and only got a patient smile in return. He sighed and looked around the table. Chad was his usual silent self, hair draped over his eyes so far that Ichigo wondered how he could see. Even Orihime was uncommonly silent, hands on her lap. He caught her looking between he and Uryu a few times since they arrived, and it wasn't hard to see her eyes were still pained behind the soft smile on her lips. Acceptance wasn't such a easy pill to swallow after all.

Ichigo looked away from her, checking his watch absently, not really seeing the time. All he could hope was for her to be happy again one day soon. He didn't want her to feel this pain, but he didn't think there was anything he could do or say without making it worse. When he looked her way again, she was smiling brighter, her eyes shining more with it. The mask was back in place. He had to admire her for the effort. He couldn't help but feel she was a better friend than he deserved. He shifted his attention on Uryu who was sitting beside him. He was fiddling with the high collar of his shirt again, and when he caught Ichigo's eyes he gave him a reproachful frown. Ichigo rubbed his arm through his sleeve where a fresh bruise was and looked away sheepishly. He hadn't meant to leave a hickey on him.

Ichigo, what did you do?!"

"Hm?" Ichigo was brushing his teeth beside Uryu in front of the bathroom mirror, white foamed bubbles around his lips. He looked at Uryu's reflection in the mirror beside him and caught the sight of the purplish red love bite on the side of his neck. He blinked and stupidly gave a muffled response, toothbrush stuffed in his mouth. "Oops."

"Oops?! That's your response?!" Knuckled connected against his upper arm. "You jerk! How am I going to explain this? No one but Orihime knows we're even...gah!"

Ichigo blinked again, eyes following his quick escape from the bathroom in the mirror's reflection. As he finished brushing his teeth, listening to Uryu's panic coming from the bedroom, he couldn't help but smile at his accomplishment of getting the Quincy so uncharacteristically worked up over something so minor. Also, he couldn't help observing that Uryu had hit him more times in the last day than he had the entire time they had known each other. Getting Uryu to relax was going to be like taming a wild cat. Something about that turned him on.

Ichigo hid his smile from Uryu at the memory as he continued to sit in silence with the rest of them. Five minutes later, Renji and Rukia finally arrived, relieving the thick quiet in the room. Urahara waved them over to join them at the table.

"Sorry for the wait. Renji and I wanted to do a quick sweep of the town to make sure nothing strange was going on," Rukia said as they sat.

"No worries," Urahara said and got started. "I fixed the damage done to the device. In doing so I was able to examine it much better. The basic cloaking is fairly simple. I created a cloak that did something similar over 100 years ago."

"Seriously?" Ichigo asked.

"Look at who you're asking," Urahara answered and grinned.

"Right." Ichigo kept anymore questions to himself until Urahara was done.

"The difference is the strength and variation. I'm not ashamed to say I'm a little impressed with the design. The wielder could not only cloak his presence and reiatsu, but choose to reveal it by degrees of strength when he wanted with a simple thought. Also, he could physically change the wave of his reiatsu so that anyone who knew it would not recognize who he was. It appears the device was also his ability to call on Hollows to attack." He fell silent and let the group muse over the information.

"I couldn't help but wonder after that fight, why would he use Hollows when he could do all that to hide himself? Couldn't he have just assassinated the Quincy himself instead of bothering with the trouble of summoning a Hollow?"

"That is strange," Renji added.

"I think it's a simple enough answer really. Sword wounds would be a dead giveaway that the assailant was a Shinigami," Urahara answered.

"I see what you're saying," Rukia said.

"What happens now then?" Uryu asked.

"It's being looked into in Soul Society," Renji said.

"And Senkaimon use is also being monitored closely to catch any unauthorized travel between the worlds," Rukia said.

"As it should be," Urahara answered with a slight nod. "Oh, and I am working on something." He reached into his robe and took out a plain looking silver bracelet and placed it on the table for them all to see. They all stared at it as if expecting something magical to happen, but it just sat there in all it's ordinary glory. Renji even reached out to poke the band with his finger to see if it would do anything. Rukia gave him a look and he shrugged.

"I just wanted to give a little dramatic pause, but I can see you're all confused, so I'll explain," Urahara chimed in.

"I'm assuming you're not opening a jewelry shop?" Uryu said dryly. Chad chuckled a bit and picked up the bracelet to have a look at it.

"Nah..hm, I might have to think about that," Urahara said in thought. "Anyway, getting on with it. This bracelet will be able to counter this little device's power." He picked up the box. "The bracelet will interfere with the device's energy and render it useless to the wielder. I'm not done working on it though. I need a little more time, but when it's complete, I'll make one for each of you to wear."

"That is so awesome," Orihime said as she took the offered bracelet from Chad to look at.

Yes, I know," Urahara said. "I'm just that good."

"Your cockiness never fails to amaze me," Rukia said and folded her arms.

"I know that too."

The meeting broke off and Urahara disappeared further in the back of the shop to work on his creation. Renji and Rukia went back out to patrol and Orihime wandered to the front of the shop with Chad. Ichigo knew the two of them still trained together a lot. He offhandedly thought that maybe Chad should spend even more time with her outside of training. Though he didn't feel much like the matchmaker type really and put it out of mind. He looked at Uryu and laughed soft when he saw that he was once again checking his collar to make sure it was covering the hickey.

"I don't find this amusing, Ichigo," he muttered, looking at his reflection in the small mirror hanging on the wall.

"Relax, no one can see it," he said and came up behind him, arms going around his waist.

"Ichigo, not here." He squirmed to get out of his arms.

"Stop being so stubborn," Ichigo whispered, keeping his arms locked around him, chest pressed against his back. "Give me a kiss and I'll let you go," he teased soft against his ear.

"You're such an idiot," Uryu said, voiced hushed and aggravated as he tilted his head back against Ichigo's shoulder. He stopped struggling and welcomed the soft lingering kiss Ichigo placed on his lips.

"Ichigo, Uryu, Chad and I was wonder.." The happy buzz Ichigo was feeling slipped out of his grasp as they both broke their warm kiss to look at Orihime who stood frozen in the doorway. "Oh, you're busy. That's okay, never mind," she said with a smile too pasted on as she hurried away.

"Dammit, Ichigo," Uryu hissed and jerked out of his grasp. "This is exactly what I was talking about."

"I'm sorry."

Uryu sighed and looked at him. "Maybe I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." Ichigo looked down, feeling ashamed and angry at the same time. Why should he feel ashamed for loving who he did? "Ichigo." Uryu took his hand. "I thought you said Orihime was okay with this."

"Yeah, I thought she was," he said and looked at the empty doorway, wondering if he could ever make things right between he and Orihime again.
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