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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 9

Ryuken observed the man, his usually larger than life form bend over in agony that he had just inflicted with a well aimed back-fist to his genitals. He was too annoyed to be amused and too tired to even curse the fool. Isshin eased up slightly, one hand over his groin with a pained, yet odd amusement in his eyes.

"What was that for, Ryuken?" he struggled to say.

"That's what you get for sneaking up behind a Quincy," he replied, giving him a frown. "Honestly, you hid your reiatsu, but it didn't occur to you I'd see your reflection in the glass?" he asked, gesturing to his office window he had been looking out of when he was rudely interrupted.

"Just testing you," Isshin hissed. "Damn, at least Ichigo goes for an eye or my nose."

"I'm not Ichigo, but I can strike you in those places as well if you wish."

Isshin chuckled and stood upright, but gingerly so. "That was really low."

"What is it that you want at this hour, Isshin, and why are you in that form? You already have Shinigami patrolling around my hospital, and needlessly, I might add."

"Can't be too careful," he said as he stood there in his Shinigami garb, slowly getting his dignity back, one pained breath at a time.

"You don't need to guard me."

"I see you're going to continue to be stubborn about this."

"Of course I will. I'm perfectly capable.."

"Of defending yourself," Isshin finished for him as he crossed his arms and stared him down. "No one is saying otherwise, especially me, but this is something that needs to be done whether you like it or not." He ignored the distaste on Ryuken's face and went on. "Don't think of it as guarding. Think of it as giving your son some peace of mind. He's as worried about you as you are for him."

Ryuken cursed under his breath and sighed as he went over to the coffee maker to pour them both a cup. His shoulders were stiff and he felt the beginning of a headache coming on. He knew Isshin had a point, but it didn't change the fact that he didn't like it. He handed Isshin a cup and took his own to sit back at his desk, deciding it would be pointless to try to ignore Isshin and that severe personality of his. It was grating and engaging at the same time.

"Fine, you're too thick headed to argue with in any case."

"Thanks." Isshin sat across from him.

"That wasn't supposed to be a compliment."

"Touche."

They both sipped coffee in comfortable silence for a time. It was something the two of them had grown used to after knowing each other for so long. Their past was an odd one, but one of necessity. Ryuken called this man, this Shinigami, a friend. It was laughable, considering his kind very nearly wiped the Quincy completely out of existence. Now here they were trying to protect he and Uryu.

He looked at Isshin, the amusement that was on his face now replaced with serious contemplation. At least Ryuken knew his friend had a personal reason for wanting to protect them. Perhaps some of it was mere obligation on his part. In either case, he truly did appreciate Isshin for his honor.

"You still haven't told Ichigo, have you?"

Isshin sat his cup down. "No."

"What exactly are you waiting for? He's a young man now and he's been through more than a lot of men twice his age. Don't you think he deserves to know about his mother?"

"Yes, he does, but I'm waiting for the right time to tell him. Slick, trying to change the subject though, Ryuken."

"Call it payback for sneaking up on me."

"I thought the punch to my jewels was payback enough."

Ryuken smirked. "May have been, but might as well add salt to the wound."

Isshin chuckled and shook his head, but he became serious once more. "Actually, there was something I wanted to talk about."

"What is it?" He put his own cup down and folded his hands on the desk, all business.

"It's a matter about Ichigo."

"Something wrong?"

"No." Isshin waved his hand at the suggestion. "At least I don't see it as a problem. Granted this is just speculation on my part, but I know more about my son's life than he'd like to think."

Ryuken watched him a moment. "You haven't spoken to him about this speculation either then?"

"No, I don't want to embarrass him. I think he's taking his own time to tell me."

"Why come to talk to me about it then?"

"It involves your son."

"Oh?" Ryuken stood and took the cups to fill them again, more to busy himself than the want of more drink.

"I think I know you well enough Ryuken, and this is why I'm coming to you now before Uryu or Ichigo does."

"Get on with it then, Isshin." He sighed and sat the coffee pot back down, keeping his back turned to him. "I do still have some work to do before I go home tonight."

"I think they're in a relationship."

"How is that news?" he grumbled and turned to look at him. "They are friends..." Isshin was giving him a almost sad look. He caught on quickly and sighed deep. "How could you know, or think our sons are..."

"I can't be absolutely sure, but I've seen how my son looks at Uryu. I know that kind of look, because I used to look at Masaki that way every day before she was taken from us."

Ryuken went back to his chair to sit heavy. With everything else that was going on around them, this was news he didn't need. He could only hope that Isshin was mistaken. He couldn't take so little and come to that ridiculous conclusion. It didn't take much to see Isshin was absolutely certain in his suspicions and that made denying it all the more harder to do.

"This can't be, and if it is, we need to put a stop to it, Isshin."

"Why?"

"It's not...right. Open your eyes. Is this what you want for your son?!"

"I want my son to be happy."

"Foolish man," Ryuken muttered in exasperation, rubbing his temples that were now pounding, his headache a steady pulse.

"This foolish man is going to ask you a question and I want you to answer me honestly. Are you so against this because they are both men, or is it because my son is a Shinigami?"

Ryuken hesitated and looked at the man across from him. "A ridiculous question to go with your assumption about what my son is up to." He shook his aching head. "I will not answer until I know for sure what is going on between them, if anything."

"Fair enough, but if what I suspect is true, promise me you will show restraint on any harsh judgement, either way."

Ryuken's jaw clenched. "You can't expect me to make such a promise."

"I'm asking you as a friend. Please show some restraint when the time comes."

"Very well," Ryuken muttered, clearly not enthused.

"Thank you." Isshin stood from his seat. "You still haven't answered my question, but I'll give you time to think about it." Ryuken watched him silently, lines creasing his furrowed brow. Isshin didn't relent. "Just remember, Ichigo may have my blood, but he has his mother's as well."

"I know. No need to remind me," he said, easing back his irritation. He suddenly felt more tired than angry. "Until this situation has been taken care of, I will not mention anything. These attacks are a more pressing matter than young, forbidden love."

"True." Isshin smiled sadly. "You know, forbidden love isn't always a bad thing."

"Idiot," Ryuken said and looked towards the door, but Isshin was already gone. It was just as well. He didn't really mean it.

~*~

"Ichigo, careful. You're going to leave another mark," Uryu muttered, fingers latched in his hair to keep him in place even as he breathlessly scolded him.

"Mn, too late," he answered as he lifted his head to see the small reddish hickey just below Uryu's ear.

"Dammit, I said careful." Uryu nudged his arm hard with his knuckles.

"Hey, I can't help it that ivory skin of yours bruises so easy."

"You're sucking too hard!"

"You like it or you wouldn't make those sounds!"

"That's... beside the point," Uryu said, lowering his voice. He didn't want to start another argument over nothing, but wasn't that just normal for them? Why should anything change just because they were lovers now. Lovers? Is that what this really is?

Uryu looked towards the flickering light of the television to avoid Ichigo's intense gaze. Some anime was on, and he wasn't even sure what it was called, or if it was even the same one they had started off watching. He wasn't even sure how much time had passed, but when you were making out you really didn't pay attention to much else.

It had started off as a simple kiss on his part and then touching got involved. It just went on from there and he ended up on his back on the too small sofa with Ichigo's body over his. Now he was laying under Ichigo with his face burning, trying to get some kind of self control over his body.

He felt too hot. His shirt was wrinkled and hitched up above his abdomen. Their legs were sprawled together in a tangle, halfway off the end of the sofa. Worst of all, the crotch of his pants was tight again, and he knew Ichigo could probably feel it against his stomach. Uryu was afraid to even move, knowing any kind of rubbing sensation would feel too good.

"You okay?" Ichigo whispered to him.

He looked back up at him softly. "Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry. It's not your fault." Ichigo shifted only slightly, but it was enough. Uryu sucked in a breath. "I think we need to cool off a bit."

"Okay." Ichigo lifted himself up and moved with him until they were sitting upright again. "You did start it that time though," he said out of the corner of his mouth as he watched the t.v. screen.

"I know," Uryu said and huffed, straightening his shirt. He put his full attention on the show, but wasn't taking one bit of it in. He took a few sips of water to cool down. "We should try to control ourselves a little better," he said and cleared his throat, staring steadily at the screen.

"Why?"

"Ichigo, we rarely meet now without having our tongues down each others throats," he said, taking his glasses off to clean the lenses. He realized they weren't even smudged, but needed something to do with his hands.

"That's a bad thing?"

"Well, no, but.." He just felt exasperated and horny at the same time, and he wanted nothing more than to let Ichigo do what he wanted, but he didn't want to mess things up by rushing. If they ended up in his bed again, he would probably lose his will power to stop from going all the way. He wasn't even really sure what he was afraid of.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Ichigo asked, slipping a hand on his leg.

"No, nothing like that."

"Is it anything you want to talk about?"

"I don't know." He shifted and put his head on Ichigo's shoulder, and it felt good when his arm came around him to pull him closer. "Have you told your father about us yet?"

"No. I'm still not sure how. It's not a easy subject to just bring up, but it's not like he never kept a secret from me before," he said, just short of sounding bitter, but he couldn't quite manage it.

"Ah, the whole Shinigami thing." Uryu snuggled against him more.

"I guess he had his reasons. Can't really question it, and it all turned out okay." He nuzzled his nose to his dark hair, taking in his scent. "Mn, and what about you? You say anything to Ryuken yet?"

"No. I've seen him enough times between training and a few dinners, but I'm having the same problem as you getting the nerve. Pathetic isn't it? How we can fight Hollows and enemies, but we can't get the courage up to tell our fathers we're dating."

"Yeah."

"I'd trade places with you though," Uryu continued.

"What do you mean?"

"Your father seems like a reasonable and kind man. My father is nothing of the sort. I've been at odds with him for a very long time, Ichigo. I can't see this situation being any different."

"We could always tell him together," Ichigo said. "That way he wouldn't know which one of us to yell at."

"Oh, you're hilarious." Uryu tilted his head back to look in his eyes. "You're also very thoughtful." He kissed him and again was hit by how fast his body grew warm with that innocent brush of their lips.

Uryu's hands were traveling as their kiss intensified, and he was falling back on the sofa again. Damn his weak willpower, but he just couldn't help it. He welcomed Ichigo's weight on top of him, easing a leg around his firm body, kissing him deep and needy. He was happy to let Ichigo's lips work their way back to his neck. No point in stopping him when they both enjoyed it so much.

A sharp knock on the door shattered the pleasure filled haze. "You expecting anyone?" Ichigo asked, easing up reluctantly.

"Not this late, no."

"Just be ready," Ichigo muttered low as he got up to check the door, his badge in his pocket if needed. Uryu was already prepared, Quincy cross dangling from his wrist. He watched Ichigo look through the peephole and saw his shoulders relax. "It's just Renji. Must be making a stop along his patrol."

Uryu sighed. "Well, let him in. I'll make some tea," he said, heading into the kitchen to go about it. Uryu heard the door open and shut over the faucet as he filled the teapot with water to boil. Nothing about their voices sounded unusual until he heard a soft thump followed by unnerving silence.

"Ichigo!"

No answer. Something wasn't right. Why hadn't he noticed it right away? He couldn't feel Renji's reiatsu at all. There was no reason he would be hiding it so thoroughly. As much as he wanted to rush to see if Ichigo was okay, he forced himself to move cautiously, cross ready for any attack that might come.
AN: I know, messed up place to end the chapter. Apologies. I am basing this on the current manga storyline as far as what Ichigo's Mother was, but this is a alternate timeline fic that doesn't involve the whole Quincy invasion of Soul Society. Those of you that haven't been reading the manga lately, you really should! Go read it right now! :D
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