Un Accro

O hay guys, it must be blowing your minds that it hasn't taken me about a year to update. Hahaha.

Again, thank you to everyone who has read and/or reviewed.

Because of this week's chapter featuring the VAIZARDS, I got really excited and wanted to go ahead and post my own chapter in celebration. It did get so long that I had to divide it and as soon as I have the next part edited to my satisfaction, I'll post it as well. I'm actually on vacation right now, and I've been going all over the place, not getting back to my aunt's house until late and I'm exhausted, so not much editing has even been happening.

Okay, I'll stop talking now.

--Playing for keeps--

Ichigo thought about heading home, but decided against it, instead walking towards Ishida’s apartment. There were just some things Ichigo liked more about having sex with the Quincy than with Shinji and Urahara and it was those things that drove him to seek the other boy out.

When Uryuu answered the door Ichigo pulled him in and kissed him. Ishida resisted for half a second before melting against Ichigo and kissing him right back, giving just as good as he got.

“You need a shower, Kurosaki,” Ishida said when Ichigo finally stopped kissing him and just pressed their foreheads together. “You reek. I’m not fucking you when you smell that bad.”

“I didn’t come here to fuck,” Ichigo said, letting Uryuu go and following the dark haired teen into the kitchen.

“No?” Ishida asked, sounding surprised. He pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.

“No,” Ichigo agreed. “We’re friends, right, Uryuu?”

Ishida didn’t know what had come over the Vaizard, but he motioned for the orange haired teen to sit down at the table and started fixing them both something to drink.

“Yes, Ku—Ichigo,” Uryuu said, “I would say that.”

“It’s just—look, if you don’t want to hear me talk about Shinji and Urahara I’ll understand,” Ichigo said, running a hand through his hair.

“You can spare me the details,” Ishida said dryly, setting down a glass of soda in front of Ichigo.

Ichigo smiled at him thankfully and Ishida felt his heart skip a beat.

“I’m just tired of being treated like a child,” Ichigo said, staring into the bubbles of his soda.

“No offense, Ichigo, but to them you probably are a child. They’ve got to be at least two hundred years old. If they were… let’s say fifty, that would make you about four.”

Ichigo’s brow furrowed. It was still stupid even when Ishida put it like that. “I’ve proven I’m capable, haven’t I?” Ichigo demanded. “I mastered Bankai in three days, I saved Rukia from execution what else do I have to fucking do?”

“It might be helpful if I knew more about what’s going on between the three of you. And Grimmjow,” Ishida added, almost as an afterthought.

“What do you know about Grimmjow?” Ichigo asked, and Ishida thought the Vaizard sounded a little paranoid.

“I know he’s been showing up a lot lately, following you around.”

“That’s just it,” Ichigo said. “I can fucking handle Grimmjow!”

Ishida didn’t say anything, knowing it would be best to let Kurosaki vent.

“But they have the fucking… the fucking—”

“Audacity?” Ishida helpfully supplied.

“The fucking audacity,” Ichigo said, voice rising in volume, “to suggest I ought to come to them when that son of a bitch shows up. Like I’m a child who needs to hold hands with his parents while crossing the street or something!”

Uryuu was slowly starting to get a feel for what had Ichigo so angry.

“This isn’t really about Grimmjow, is it?”

Ichigo paused in his tirade, looking surprised. “What?”

“Ichigo, it seems to me like you’ve been having, ah, problems with Urahara and Shinji for awhile now.”

Ichigo looked down at the tile floor. “I know that,” Ichigo said quietly.

“Then don’t use Grimmjow as an excuse,” Ishida said, lifting a hand and hesitantly running it through the orange hair in front of him.

Ichigo sighed and pulled Ishida closer, resting his forehead against the Quincy’s chest, his arms going around the other boy’s hips. Uryuu tentatively placed his hands on Ichigo’s shoulders, rubbing soothing circles over Ichigo’s skin.

“All you can really do is sit down and talk with the two of them. They’re not mind readers.”

“I know you’re right, Ishida.”

“Of course I am.”

Ichigo chuckled. “But,” he said, “I’m not ready to talk to them yet. You won’t mind if I stay here tonight, will you?”

“Of course not,” Ishida said without hesitation. “Do you want to get a bath?

“Okay, Uryuu, I can take a hint,” Ichigo said, pulling away from the other teen and standing.

Ishida placed a hand on his chest to stop him for a moment. “With me,” Uryuu said.

“O-oh. I’m not really, uh, feeling up to doing anything tonight.”

“That’s okay,” Uryuu said. “But you don’t mind if—”

“Of course I won’t mind if you join me,” Ichigo said with a smile, bending down to kiss Ishida on the corner of his mouth.

Uryuu nodded, his expression one Ichigo couldn’t place. Ichigo followed him to the bathroom where they both started stripping, not looking at each other. Ichigo thought it was a little weird; the rest of the times they had been together like this they’d helped each other undress, kissing and fondling all the while.

Ishida jerked in surprise when he felt Ichigo press up behind him, hands fiddling with the Quincy’s belt while Ishida himself worked on the buttons of his shirt. Once Uryuu had pushed the thin garment off his shoulders he turned and started helping Ichigo out of his Shinigami uniform, not wanting to be the first one naked.

It was incredibly distracting given that Ichigo had slipped a hand down the back of his pants, but Ishida still managed to rid Ichigo of the top half of his uniform, hand immediately going to the belt as soon as he’d gotten that part done. Ishida’s fingers fumbled when he saw the marks all over Ichigo’s chest.

He felt Ichigo tense, the hand in Uryuu’s pants stilling as they both waited for the other to say something.

“Please don’t ask,” Ichigo said finally.

Ishida leaned in and placed a kiss on the angry red mark just below Ichigo’s left nipple, causing the orange haired teen to shudder.

“At least tell me that these aren’t from Shinji or Urahara,” Uryuu said, kissing another mark.

“They’re not,” Ichigo said, the pieces slowly coming together for Ishida.

Uryuu didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t make Ichigo angry at him like he was at Shinji and Urahara.

“I like you, Ichigo, Uryuu finally settled on saying. It was a little inadequate, he felt, but it made Ichigo smile all the same and lean in to kiss him. “I thought you said no sex,” Ishida teased, letting his lips be captured anyway.

“I like you, too. A lot, in fact,” Ichigo said when he pulled away. “And I know I said no sex. I meant it.”

“Do you mean it now?” Ishida asked, trying not to sound too hopeful. “I know last time I said I wanted to fuck you but that can wait.” He started working on the belt to Kurosaki’s uniform again.

“I wouldn’t mind fooling around, but I’m sure you noticed I a little worse for wear.”

As soon as he had Ichigo naked, Ishida stepped back to slide his own pants down his hips to join the Vaizard in his state of undress. “I suppose this is one thing you can’t ask Orihime to help you with,” Ishida said dryly.

Ichigo laughed. “Yeah, that would be a little weird to have to explain this to her.”

Uryuu smiled, glad that Ichigo’s mood seemed to be picking up. After washing up, Ichigo climbed into the bath first, pulling Ishida onto his lap once the Quincy had joined him. It felt really nice, Ichigo thought, to just be able to lay there in the tub with Uryuu, not feeling like he had to walk on thin ice all the damn time. They had been laying there for awhile when Ishida sat up very suddenly.

“What’s wrong?” Ichigo asked groggily, running his hands up Ishida’s wet sides.

“They still haven’t taught you to sense reiatsu?” Ishida snapped, seeming very tense.

Confused, Ichigo sat up as well. “You know I suck at that shit. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

Ishida paused for a moment before saying quietly, “It’s Grimmjow.”

“What?” Ichigo demanded, all senses on alert. He climbed out of the tub with Ishida and dried himself off hurriedly. “Can you tell where he is?”

“Closing in,” Ishida said, his face and voice betraying none of his fear.

“Shit,” Ichigo swore, tugging on his Shinigami uniform and heading for the exit. “Stay here, Ishida.”

“Kurosaki!” Ishida shouted after him, frustrated that Ichigo would say something like that to him after all the complaining the redhead had been doing about Shinji and Urahara. Dressing as quickly as he could, Uryuu followed Ichigo out.

Ichigo met Grimmjow a few rooftops away from Ishida’s apartment, his sword strapped to his back. “Didn’t I just see you?” Ichigo demanded.

Grimmjow smirked. “Last time I checked, our agreement didn’t say anything about how often I can drop by.”

Ichigo grit his teeth, wondering what in the hell he was supposed to do now. Shinji would no doubt have noticed Grimmjow’s presence already, but Ichigo didn’t know what the blonde had planned for such an occurrence. Shinji was unpredictable enough that Ichigo didn’t know if he should expect the other Vaizard to sweep in and save the day or if he was still angry enough at Ichigo to leave the teen to his own devices. Either way, Ichigo couldn’t think of anyway this would end well.

“Look, Grimmjow—”

“Who the fuck’re you?”Grimmjow interrupted, looking past Ichigo.

Ichigo turned around. “Uryuu, I thought I told you—”

“Remember that thing you said about not wanting to be treated like a child?” Ishida asked, pushing his glasses up.

Grimmjow looked between the two of them, taking in their wet hair and they way they stood next to one another.

“Shinigami,” Grimmjow growled angrily, realizing what the two of them must have just been doing, “I’ll skewer your bitch there, and then I’m coming after you.

Ishida’s only response to the name calling was an eyebrow twitch. He readied his bow and aimed at Grimmjow, watching out of the corner of his eye as Ichigo pulled Zangetsu from his back. “Let’s see who shall skewer whom, shall we?” Ishida asked.

Grimmjow wasn’t even looking at him. “So that’s what it’s come to, eh, Shinigami? It’s a pity; you were a half decent lay.”

“Shut up, Grimmjow,” Ichigo said angrily. “Bankai!”

Grimmjow laughed as he watched. “That’s it, Shinigami! Give me all you’ve got! And when I defeat you, I’ll remind you whose prey you are. You won’t ever forget it.”

“I’ll never be your prey, Grimmjow!” Ichigo shouted, lifting his hand so that he could summon his hollow mask.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him, though. His heart jumped when he saw it was Shinji, who smiled at the teen before stepping past him to face Grimmjow.

“I’m not trying to fight your battles, Ichi,” Shinji called over his shoulder, “but I want to kick this guy’s ass myself.”

Ichigo nodded even though Shinji couldn’t see him.

“Blondie,” Grimmjow greeted. He readied his sword, remembering acutely what had happened last time they’d fought. He just hoped Ulquiorra wouldn’t interrupt them this time.

“Arrancar,” Shinji replied, looking at Grimmjow with distaste. “So I heard you cut a deal with Ichigo.”

Grimmjow sneered. “That’s right, he said, “but it looks like Ichigo couldn’t hold up his end of the bargain, no fucking surprise there.”

“And I suppose after this you’ll go running off to Aizen, am I correct?”

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, wishing everyone would stop getting hung up over that fucking man. This entire thing had been about possessing Ichigo; Aizen had never really been in his plans. “I only said that to get him to cooperate. It ain’t my fault he’s so damn gullible. But sure, why not?”

“Well you see, I can’t let you do that,” Shinji said, his tone mockingly apologetic. “Your life ends here.”

Grimmjow laughed. “We’ll see about that. Grind, Pantera!”

Shinji smiled, calling out his mask; he was going to have fun ending the life of Grimmjow Jeagerjaques.

Ichigo felt a little awkward standing by the sidelines, watching the two of them fight. He turned and looked at Ishida, who looked as though he felt the same way. They both turned when they heard someone clear his throat. It was Urahara, watching the two of them rather than the battle.

“Why don’t you boys come on over to the shop?” the man offered. “Shinji can hold his own here.”

Ichigo was glad that Urahara didn’t sound angry with him so he nodded and he and Uryuu followed, although Ichigo was slightly reluctant to leave Shinji. But he believed Urahara when the man said he wouldn’t have a problem fighting Grimmjow.

Once at the shop the three of them sat around the kitchen table, none of them speaking. Ichigo kept stealing glances at Urahara, but he couldn’t tell if his frequent looks were noticed since he couldn’t make out the shopkeeper’s eyes in the shadow cast by his hat. Ichigo could at least tell that the two of them were paying attention to the reiatsu fluctuations on the other side of town, making the teen wish he could do the same.

Ishida stood suddenly, saying he wanted to get some fresh air before leaving the two of them alone. Ichigo listened to his footsteps fade down the hall, wondering if he should say anything now that he was alone with Urahara.

“Can you feel what’s going on?” Ichigo asked finally, dying to know how the fight was going.

“Shinji’s doing fine,” Urahara replied and wouldn’t say more.

Getting sick of the tension, Ichigo fidgeted. He didn’t know what they’d do once Shinji got back, but he wasn’t entirely looking forward to it.

“You guys are still pissed, aren’t you?” Ichigo asked, staring at the wood grain.

“We just need to talk, Ichigo,” Urahara said. “You’re not in trouble.”

Urahara looked up suddenly, brow furrowing.

“What is it?” Ichigo demanded, feeling worry creep up on him.

“I can’t feel the Arrancar’s reiatsu anymore.”

Ichigo didn’t know quite how to take that news. Of course he’d known that Shinji was planning to kill Grimmjow, but it seemed very strange to actually think of the Espada as dead.

“Shinji’s heading back,” Urahara said, sounding relieved.

Ichigo nodded, looking up as Ishida walked back in silently, lingering near the doorway.

“Perhaps I should go,” the dark haired teen said, pushing his glasses up. He could tell he wasn’t going to be welcome once the three lovers were reunited.

“You’re welcome to stay,” Urahara said, “but I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”

Uryuu nodded and decided he should leave before Shinji returned. His relationship with the blonde was a little testy at best and he didn’t want to face the Vaizard fresh from a fight where Shinji might be a little shorter tempered than usual.

Ichigo watched his friend leave, hoping things weren’t entirely screwed between the two of them. He knew it must have taken a lot for Ishida to admit he had feelings for the substitute Shinigami, but as much as Ichigo liked Uryuu in return and liked being with him, his ties to Urahara and Shinji were stronger.

Shinji appeared not much longer after Uryuu had left, looking a little worse for wear and considerably angry.

“I’m sorry,” he announced, flopping down next to Ichigo, not meeting either of their eyes. “He opened a Garganta and got away before I could land the killing blow.”

Neither Ichigo nor Urahara knew what to say to that, but Ichigo figured it probably entailed him being babysat until they came up with a plan.

“Well, nothing more can be done tonight,” Urahara said gently. “However—”

“I don’t know if I in the mood,” Shinji interrupted, laying back and flinging an arm over his eyes.

Ichigo figured they were talking about him.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, then see how you feel?” Urahara suggested.

Shinji grumbled but he got up anyway and headed deeper into the shop leaving Ichigo and Urahara alone once again.

“Ichigo I want you to come with me,” Urahara said, standing and motioning for Ichigo to follow him.

Suppressing a groan, Ichigo followed Urahara to his bedroom where Urahara instructed him to strip to the waist and sit down on the futon. Knowing Urahara’s tone brooked no argument, Ichigo did as he was told, sitting cross-legged and waiting for whatever Urahara was going to do next.

Ichigo craned his neck as Urahara walked behind him to some shelves, picking up a small jar and returning to where the teen sat. Ichigo shivered when Urahara settled in behind him, goose bumps rising on his skin.

“Relax, Ichigo, Urahara said reassuringly, but Ichigo still jumped when he felt the first cold touch on his back.

It took Ichigo a moment to realize that Urahara was rubbing healing salve onto the wounds left on his skin by Grimmjow but once Ichigo recognized what the blonde was doing, he let himself relax into the gentle touches.

“We won’t allow anyone else’s marks on you, do you understand?”

Ichigo nodded, hissing when Urahara rubbed the salve over fresh wounds, but the sting faded quickly. He was starting to get hard by the time Urahara had finished working the lotion over his back and he didn’t resist when the man pushed him down into the futon to start working on his chest.

“Looks like you two are having fun,” Shinji said from the doorway.

Ichigo looked over from where he lay, but the room was dark and the hall outside light, obscuring Shinji’s form.

“You wouldn’t mind if I joined in?”

“Not at all,” Urahara said, watching in satisfaction as the numerous claw marks left on Ichigo’s body started to fade into unmarred skin.

Shinji closed the door behind him and Ichigo blinked in the near dark, shuddering as he felt Shinji get nearer. Ichigo bit his lip, glad for the darkness because they couldn’t see how hard he was already, just from their presence. Ichigo moaned a little when Shinji reached down to touch his face, running a few fingers over his lips. Ichigo extended his tongue to lick at the pads of Shinji’s fingers, wishing Shinji would just kiss him instead, but he was willing to take whatever he could get.

“Don’t get too excited,” Urahara chided when Shinji leaned in to kiss Ichigo.

Ichigo groaned when Shinji paused and sat back up. There would be plenty of time to talk later, Ichigo thought. Right now he missed having their hands on him.

“We have things to discuss before we can indulge.”

“Yeah,” Shinji said, sounding reluctant. He watched as one by one the mark on Ichigo’s chest disappeared, pleased to see them go.

“I don’t want to talk about Grimmjow,” Ichigo complained, arching his back in an attempt to get Urahara to rub soothing fingers elsewhere besides the bite marks.

“His name doesn’t have any place here,” Shinji snapped, “and I don’t want to hear it.”
Urahara gave him a sharp look, but he didn’t disagree. “This isn’t about him. You weren’t angry about him this morning, either.”

“This has been going on longer than that,” Shinji continued. “You’ve got a problem, one completely unrelated to the Arrancar and you’re going to tell us what it is.”

Urahara rolled his eyes at Shinji’s tactlessness. “We know something’s been bothering you, Ichigo. But we can’t do anything about it if we don’t know what it is.”

“I don’t—you’ll think it’s stupid,” Ichigo said. He didn’t want to talk about it and even if he had, he knew he wouldn’t be able to find the words to properly describe his frustration.

“Be that as it may—”

“Of course it’s not stupid,” Urahara said, talking right over Shinji, “not if it’s bothering you so much.”

“I don’t want you to treat me like a child anymore,” Ichigo said finally, looking away from the two of them.

Shinji and Urahara exchanged glances.

“Not only—not only do you do it in the… bedroom, you have to act like ‘oh, Ichigo fucked up again, let’s go fix his fucking mess’—”

“Ichigo,” Shinji and Urahara said at the same time, cutting the teen off.

“We don’t think of you like that,” Urahara said.

“I would never do to a child what I do with y—”

“Shinji,” Urahara said pointedly, giving the other blonde a look that promptly shut him up. “Ichigo,” the shopkeeper continued, turning his attention back onto the teen, “if you feel that we’ve been treating you like a child when we’re with you like this, that’s been entirely unintentional on our part.”

“Would you be a little more specific?” Shinji asked.

Ichigo scowled. Of course they wouldn’t realize they were doing it, not even when it was pointed out to them. “You’re both so fucking patronizing,” Ichigo pointed out. “And I want—”

Ichigo turned away from the two of them again, having no clue how to say he wished that they would let him take the initiative once in awhile. He was sick of being the one who was courted, seduced and dominated. He wanted to be the one doing the dominating for a change. How the hell was he supposed to ask for that?

“You should let me tie one of you up sometime,” Ichigo finally said, resentment thick in his voice.

Shinji and Urahara both looked taken aback, though Ichigo wasn’t looking at them to notice. Neither of them could really believe that’s what had been bothering Ichigo this whole time.

“Is that all?” Shinji asked the teen incredulously. Urahara elbowed the other blonde sharply in the ribs but Shinji just stared at him obstinately.

Ichigo turned, glaring lividly at the two of them. “I should have fucking known!” Ichigo snapped, getting to his feet.

“Ichigo,” Urahara said, getting up as well and trying to sound soothing, “that was a very stupid thing for Shinji to say and I’m sure he didn’t mean it. I really wish you’d said something early. If left to fester, small problems—”

“Small problems!” Ichigo shouted. He almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Here’s an idea,” Urahara said brightly, standing in Ichigo’s way of the door. “Why don’t you stick around for a little while and I’ll teach you a few of the basic rope patterns, alright? I’m sure Shinji wouldn’t mind volunteering.”

“Hang on just a damn second!” Shinji said, scrambling to his feet. No way in hell was he going to let Urahara just sign him up for something without even asking him first.

The three of them stood there silently with Shinji and Ichigo both glaring daggers. Urahara tried not to let his exasperation show too obviously; he still had to maintain control of the situation and losing his cool would not help with that in the slightest.

“Please,” Urahara said, trying to placate the two angry Vaizard, “just sit down, both of you.”

Neither of them moved to do so, both now turning the full weight of their glares on the shopkeeper.

“Ichigo, at least let me finish taking care of those wounds. I’d rather they not scar.”

Ichigo still looked angry, but hesitation flickered across his face and Urahara knew that he had one already.

“Shinji, why don’t you help me?” he asked, sitting down first.

Shinji and Ichigo shot each other dubious looks, but both did as Urahara had requested, much to the man’s relief. He hoped he could keep the arguing down to a minimum; this night wasn’t going at all how he had planned it. But he supposed he wasn’t that surprised that Ichigo was so upset over the general trend of their activities.

Ichigo was so used to taking the lead in everything that he did, never mind if he wanted to or not, it just always fell on him, and it was probably strange for him to follow for a change. Ichigo never had been one for rules, as much as he seemed to enjoy their games.

Kisuke, for his part, had done what he could to make Ichigo feel comfortable no matter what they were doing, but he wasn’t sure he could say the same for Shinji. It wasn’t as if the other blonde didn’t care about Ichigo, because it was obvious to Urahara that he did and probably more than he realized, but Shinji didn’t always take into consideration how others felt about a given situation.

Ichigo had casually mentioned on more than one occasion that he might like it if they switched up their activities every now and again, but Shinji had been quick to blow him off each time. Urahara knew that Shinji had a submissive streak a mile wide, even if Ichigo didn’t, and the shopkeeper couldn’t fathom why the blonde Vaizard was taking such pains to keep it a secret from Ichigo.

Well, he’d have to remedy that, for all their sakes.

Urahara was pulled out of his reverie by Shinji causing quite a fuss.

“This stuff tastes like shit,” Shinji informed him, gesturing to the jar and making a face.

“It’s not exactly made to be eaten,” Urahara said, not sure whether he was exasperated or amused.

“All I did was lick a spot where I applied the stuff. I didn’t expect it to taste like fucking cherries, but—”

“You should be glad I didn’t put a numbing agent in that solution,” Urahara scolded, though now he wished he had. That would be amusing. And deserved.

“Kisu, you’ve made flavored—”

“That’s enough, really, Shinji,” Urahara interrupted. He’d made a lot of flavored things in his lifetime, some of which had been more successful than others, but he had the feeling Shinji wasn’t about to bring up one of the successes. “You can lick Ichigo all you like later.”

Ichigo couldn’t help but grin at that, and Urahara was glad that the teen seemed to be at ease again. He was still smiling when both blondes turned on him, ready to obliterate every single mark Grimmjow had left upon the boy. Ichigo let himself be pushed back down onto his back where Urahara began where he had left off. Soon, all that was left was the angry looking bite mark right on the back of Ichigo’s neck.

Out of all of the marks they’d found, this one was the worst, applied over and over again for the course of over a week. Ichigo hissed and wiggled in discomfort when Urahara lifted his head slightly and started rubbing the salve into it.

“Distract him,” Urahara said to Shinji, who started working on Ichigo’s hakama.

“Shit,” Shinji swore once Ichigo was entirely bare. The teen’s hips and thighs weren’t much better than his torso had been, with claw and teeth marks littered all over the teen’s fair skin. “I wish I’d killed that son of a bitch.”

Shinji took the jar of salve from where Urahara had placed it by his side and started working on the newly revealed wounds, angry but willing to set that aside for the moment until Ichigo was taken care of.

As for Ichigo, their attentions were definitely starting to have an effect on him. Leaning down further, Shinji ran his tongue from the base to the tip of Ichigo’s hardening cock, making the teen mewl, his hands coming down to tangle in Shinji hair. Shinji indulged the teen for a moment, taking him into his mouth and sucking. Ichigo gave a tug when Shinji started to pull away, but let go quickly when he felt teeth scrape lightly against the underside of his cock.

“You don’t get to come until all of his marks are off of you,” Shinji said, coaxing Ichigo to roll over on his stomach, revealing more scratch marks covering Ichigo’s ass and the backs of his thighs.

He had Ichigo shuddering beneath him by the time he was done with the salve. Sitting back to survey Ichigo’s body, Shinji caught Urahara’s eye.

“I think that’s it,” the shopkeeper said, glad to have that out of the way. He was thinking about giving Ichigo a mark of their own, something that wouldn’t scar but that would still remind Ichigo exactly who he belonged to. Looking at Shinji, he knew the other blonde was thinking the exact same thing. Unfortunately, Ichigo probably wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Good riddance to bad rubbish, Shinji said, rolling Ichigo back over and running his fingernails over newly smooth skin, making the teen shiver uncontrollably.

He leaned down again, this time licking the teen’s navel. Ichigo moaned, pleased. Shinji had said he wouldn’t get to come until Grimmjow’s marks were gone and now that they were, Ichigo had a fair idea of what was in store for him.

“Shinji,” Urahara said, not wanting to interrupt the good mood that had come over them again, “I want you to consider letting Ichigo practice rope techniques on you.”
Shinji hesitated in what he was doing and Ichigo whined, thrusting his hips a little.

“Yeah, I’ll consider it,” Shinji said dismissively after a tense moment.

Urahara sighed. He didn’t want to, but he would make Shinji do as asked if it came to it. He was planning on that anyway, of course, but things went so much smoother when Shinji thought Urahara’s ideas were his own. But what mattered now was Ichigo.

While Shinji placed gentle little nips along a straight line down Ichigo’s abdomen, Urahara leaned in and kissed the teen, something he’d wanted to do for awhile. Ichigo responded a little distractedly, but he couldn’t blame the teen. Shinji was now licking the very tip of Ichigo’s cock, holding the boy’s hips down when he tried to thrust. Urahara made sure to swallow up each moan and whimper that made its way past Ichigo’s throat.

Ichigo’s moans were starting to run together, still muffled by Urahara’s lips, his body thrashing against their weight. He wished he could beg, but he couldn’t, not with Urahara’s tongue in his mouth, so he twisted the fingers of each hand into blonde hair, his left in Urahara’s and his right desperately trying to guide Shinji further down onto his aching cock.

He knew he was going to have a hard time coming without their reiatsu on him; Grimmjow had been giving him too much during their encounters, but he didn’t want to stop kissing to ask for it. Even if he had been able to tear hips lips away from Urahara’s, he probably wouldn’t have been able to form a coherent sentence. So he moaned frustratedly and hoped that one of them would get the picture.

Apparently Urahara did because he pulled back and told Ichigo breathlessly, “You can come like this,” before kissing him again. It was infuriating.

Shinji made a noise of assent around Ichigo’s cock causing the teen’s hips to jerk and his fingers to tighten in Shinji’s hair. He whimpered into Urahara’s mouth when Shinji started fingering with cold, slick fingers, presumably made so by Urahara’s healing salve. Ichigo tried to rock back onto the fingers, but Shinji wasn’t having any of it, just stroking his opening slowly and withdrawing entirely when Ichigo got too vigorous in trying to get Shinji to finger fuck him.

Ichigo made a noise of indignation; the time for foreplay was fucking over already, but Ichigo stilled his hips as best he could, seeing no other choice. Shinji’s fingers returned then, two of them slipping right in to tease Ichigo’s prostate.

Ichigo’s whole body convulsed, the need to come completely overwhelming him as he sobbed into Urahara’s mouth. He just wanted them to quit teasing and use their fucking reiatsu already—

Ichigo came so hard he nearly blacked out. When he finally became aware of his surroundings again, Shinji was rubbing little circles over Ichigo’s thighs with his fingers and he and Urahara were kissing. Ichigo watched them through half closed eyes, still panting.

“I want to tie you up now,” Ichigo insisted as soon as he had caught his breath.

Shinji didn’t look angry at his words, exactly, but he didn’t look too pleased either, casting Urahara a dirty look.

“Now that you’ve put the idea in his head, he’ll never let us hear the end of it until we let him try it.”

“Well, Shinji,” Urahara said with a smile, “I’m glad you came up with a solution so quickly. You know where the ropes are.”

Shinji stared at the other blonde blankly, decidedly not amused.

“You didn’t mind so much that first time you let me tie you up,” Ichigo argued, sitting up.

“When did this happen?” Urahara asked, sounding intrigued.

“That was only so you’d feel better about letting me tie you up! You wouldn’t let me convince you it was any fun any other way!”

“Shinji, it’s completely nonsensical that you would want to keep that part of you from Ichigo.”

“Yeah,” Ichigo joined in, realizing that he and Urahara had the upper hand. “You said you trust me.”

Shinji made a face, wishing people would stop using things he’d said in the past against him. Had he ever done that to Ichigo? Well, on second thought, the answer to that question was ‘probably a lot and turnabout was fair play’ but—

“Well, that settles it then!” Urahara said. “You don’t mind bringing the ropes in, do you?”

Shinji glared at him. “Why don’t you come with me to go get them?” the younger looking blonde suggested, wanting to have a private word with Urahara.

Ichigo rolled his eyes, understanding exactly why Shinji wanted Urahara to go with him. It didn’t bother him that much though. It appeared that Shinji had some sort of hang-ups about letting someone that wasn’t Urahara tie him up and if the shopkeeper could help Shinji sort that out, well, all the better for him.

“Of course,” Urahara said, standing and brushing invisible dust off of his clothing.
Shinji was about to stand too, but Ichigo grabbed him impulsively and kissed him, letting the blonde go just as quickly. Ichigo flushed and stared resolutely at the other side of the room, wondering what the hell had come over him just then.

Urahara pretended not to notice the exchange, waiting for a bewildered Shinji to join him in the hallway.

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Is this a cliff hanger? I really hate those.

Please let me know what you think. :)