Their Secret

Their relationship was a hidden one. It wasn’t that they were embarrassed of it or worried what people would think. They just wanted it to be their little secret. The feeling when one held a secret close to their heart was one of the deepest happiness. It was the feeling that made their chests warms and their lives feel complete. They wouldn’t keep it a secret forever but for now, it was only theirs and they were happy with it that way. They would luxuriate in this feeling until the day came when they needed to tell someone and… they didn’t see that happening anytime soon.

“What are you fixing now?”

Uryuu looked up when Sado spoke, giving him a small smile before looking back down at the teddy bear in his lap. “One of Kurosaki’s sisters… Yuzu, I think it was, she brought this to me looking like she was about to cry. I just couldn’t leave it all ripped like this.” He started moving the needle again after he spoke, carefully stitching up the wounded stuffed animal.

“Sure, that was it,” Sado murmured, looking around before he sat down beside Uryuu. They were all hanging out at Urahara’s shop again, relaxing in one of the rare moments of silence between training. “You’re not just being a softy, then?” He raised his hand then, carefully brushing Uryuu’s hair behind his ear before leaning forward, fully intending on kissing him. They were alone in the front of the shop, as far as he knew, and it was a normal occurrence for them to steal touches and kisses wherever they were.

“I’m not a softy,” Uryuu murmured, pushing the needle through the soft fabric once again. The repetitive motion always calmed him, his mind wandering every time he sewed something. Sado was the only one that understood that and never teased him about the girly habit. That was what had started their relationship and the longer the relationship continued, the more they found they had in common. He looked up when Sado touched him, closing his eyes half way as he leaned forward into the embrace, not minding it at all. Sado’s kisses were always so soft; the man was so big and strong but that size and strength never stopped him from being almost teasingly gentle.

The lips pressing against his own were soft, just a little rough from Sado’s love of being outside in the cold. He loved that feeling. Uryuu sighed softly, contentedly, into the kiss as he raised his hand, burying his long fingers in Sado’s mass of curly hair as he got lost in the kiss. It seemed that it was just moments later when he heard a sudden noise in the room behind them, making him jump. He pulled back from the kiss, pushing Sado back just as Ichigo walked into the room, looking entirely too happy with himself. Yeah, they all knew that Ichigo let Urahara screw him just about anywhere but he didn’t need to flaunt it like that. “Have some composure, Kurosaki.”

Ichigo just laughed, stretching out as he walked through the shop towards that front door. “You’re just jealous because you’re a tight ass that’s not getting any,” he said, grinning as he opening the front door. “Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your ass, you’d find more… invigorating ways to relax,” he yelled out the words before quickly making his way outside, closing the door with a thud behind him.

Uryuu swore he could feel his teeth grinding against themselves, his hands clenching a bit. Ichigo always had that… knack to annoy him so bad that he just wanted to shoot an arrow up his ass. He pushed the needle forward again, jumping and hissing when he managed to jab his own finger. His brow furrowed as he looked down, the sight of the deep red blood welling up on his pale finger almost startling in contrast.

Sado just sighed, sliding his hand under Uryuu’s, adding yet another layer of contrast, the tan of his skin seeming to highlight just how pale the other mans was. “You shouldn’t let him get to you so much,” he murmured, looking up at Uryuu with slightly worried eyes. He always worried whenever Uryuu was hurt, having trouble forgetting when the archer had been powerless and had been hurt by the bount after them. The sight of blood spilling from his temple still haunted his dreams. “We should get this cleaned up, come on, don’t want it to get infected.”

Uryuu nodded softly then, standing up with a sigh, his hand still held by Sado’s bigger one. He followed the other man to the bathroom, still thinking as he ran water over the finger, washing the blood off. If Ichigo ever figured out just how wrong he was about the… stick up his ass, he might just fall over. He and Sado were very pleased with the way their physical relationship was going. “He just annoyed me…” He murmured, swallowing a bit when Sado patted his finger dry, carefully applying a bandage. “He seems to try every time he sees me to just drive me nuts.”

“And you let him,” Sado murmured, shaking his head a bit as he slid his hand back into Uryuu’s hair, twisting the inky black strands around his fingers. “Why don’t you focus on the fact that we’re alone, instead? How often does this happen?” He smiled when that got a smile from Uryuu, leaning a little closer to him, bending to brush their lips together again. “We were interrupted, weren’t we?”

“We were,” Uryuu said softly, reaching up to slip his hands back into Sado’s hair. He was easily plied by kisses and touches from the other man, it had been that way since they had started their relationship. “We should go back to that.” He murmured, pulling Sado a bit closer.

This kiss was just as entrancing as the first, their bodies pressing together as Sado bent Uryuu back, his hands sliding down to the small of his back to hold him close. Their tongues were slick as they moved against each other’s, the desperation for touch that they both felt clear in the fevered embrace. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t even notice the bathroom door open; only responding when they heard a familiar voice speak from outside the room.

“Tsk, tsk, you two really should lock the door if you’re going to be doing something like that in the bathroom.” Urahara murmured, giving them his trademark smile as he tapped his cane against the floor before pointing it at the two still standing far too close in the bathroom. He spoke then with a wide grin and a sing songy voice. “Busted.”