Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

I was really surprised with the amount of requests to continue the Aizen x Ichigo one shot, so I will do that. Just not yet. =) I still have a few other pairings I’m going to do first.

And I have to share this description of Ichigo that teno Hikari provided on aff . net “Poor Ichigo... he's the fruit at the bottom of the yogurt cup.”

Pairing: Urahara x Ichigo

Summary: AU Urahara finds an orange-haired teen half dead in the rain and takes him home. Note: Ichigo is 18 in this one-shot, so Urahara is not a pedophile.

Warnings! If I have to read one more story where the seme cheats on the uke I’m going to explode! Oh wait, you mean for this chapter?

11 And So We Met 01

Third Person POV

Urahara Kisuke walked slowly in the rain; his umbrella keeping him dry as the huge drops came falling down. His sandals made slapping sounds every time they came down on the wet ground and the water slowly crept up the legs of his hakama. He paused and frowned in confusion as he made out a clearly distinct body in the rain, just lying on the side walk. Cautiously, he walked forward and saw a shock of orange hair and an extremely pale face of a teenage boy that couldn’t be older than 18. There were some bruises and scratches on his face that suggested that he had gotten into a fight.

Kisuke raised his umbrella in the air so it covered the soaking wet boy who looked in danger of hyperthermia. Well, there is no helping it. He bent down and easily scooped up the light body and threw the youth over his shoulder. He walked quickly back to his store and gently set the shivering boy onto his futon.

He alerted Tessai of the boy’s presence and requested he bring something warm and sweet to drink to help warm the boy up. As Tessai did so, Kisuke got to work taking the wet clothes off of the teen. His eyes wandered over the white flesh that was bruised in some places, but on the whole, very attractive. Muscular, long limbs and jutting hip bones that begged to be nipped.

Urahara frowned at his thoughts and shook his head. He gently patted the boy dry- careful not to rub- and looked away as he put some of his own dry boxers on the kid. He knew body heat would be best to help the hypothermia, but he was reluctant to touch the orange-haired teen because of his own body’s reaction to him. With an aggravated sigh he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled the boy into his arms so his head was resting against Kisuke’s chest. He wrapped a blanket around the both of them and made sure the teen was fully covered.

“Kisuke.” Tessai slid the door open, not even batting an eye at their position.

“Ah! Thank you Tessai!” Kisuke said and took the sweet tea from him.

Tessai watched as Kisuke tilted the boy’s head back gently and held the cup to his lips, lifting it just barely. The boy coughed, his eyebrows furrowed as he slowly opened his hazy eyes. Eyes that Kisuke noticed were a beautiful brown color.

“Drink. It will help warm you up.” Kisuke ordered and tilted the cup back again. The boy swallowed automatically, coughing as it went down his throat. “Good. Can you tell me your name?”

“Ichigo.” The boy mumbled sleepily, barely aware of what was going on.

“Okay, Ichigo. Can you tell me your number so I can call your parents?”

“555…” The teen blinked as his half-conscious mind tried to remember. “555-7398.”

“Tessai?” Urahara said. “Bring me a phone, please.”

“Yes.”

Urahara let the boy rest his head on his chest again, stroking the slightly damp hair. The teen snuggled into his warmth, his legs curling on either side of Kisuke’s hips. Oh how Urahara wanted this to be an entirely different situation. With both of them naked and aware… and consensual. It didn’t help that the boy had a hint of familiarity to him.

Tessai came back and handed Kisuke the phone which Urahara immediately dialed the number. It rang two times before a sweet voice picked up. “Kurosaki clinic, how may I help you?”

Oh. So that was why the boy seemed a little familiar. “May I please speak with Isshin? Tell him it’s Kisuke.”

“One second.”

“Dad!” Kisuke faintly heard. “Phone for you! Somebody name Kisuke.”

“One moment my glorious daughter!” Isshin’s voice was immediately recognizable. “Daddy will take the phone from you!”

There was a smacking noises and a low groan before Isshin picked up. “Hello my good friend! It’s been ages.”

“Yes it has, Isshin-san. You don’t happen to be missing an orange-haired son, do you?”

“Ichigo!” Isshin shrieked.

“Ah, yes. That would be him.”

“Where is my spirited son!?” Isshin exclaimed.

“In my shop. I found him on the sidewalk looking beat up and cold.”

Unusual quiet from Isshin for a moment. “Is he okay?” He asked, for once totally serious.

“Yes, yes. I’m warming him up as we speak.” Urahara looked down at Ichigo in his arms, slightly drooling on his bare chest. Heh, so cute!

“He must be unconscious.” Isshin commented knowingly.

“Er, why do you say that?” Kisuke said in confusion.

“Because if he was awake he would probably be an idiot and actually try to walk home.” Isshin said with a sigh. “Besides, he isn’t yelling.”

“Oh! A bit hot-tempered, is he?”

“Yes! My glorious son is very angst-filled!”

“Uh…” Kisuke didn’t know what to say to that. “Anyways, Isshin-san, I’ll take good care of him and make sure he gets home alright.”

“Thanks! Don’t molest him!” With that Isshin hung up and Kisuke stared at the phone, wondering if the man was psychic. More like psycho. Not that Urahara had any room to talk.

Urahara’s POV

“Goat-face?” The boy murmured as he stirred. He opened his eyes with a frown and instantly started struggling as he took in the situation. “Agh! Get off of me!”

“Calm down, Ichigo-kun!” I tried to get him to stop flailing about, but he wouldn’t.

“Pervert! Molester!” Did psychic/psycho-ness run in the family?

“I’m not doing anything to you, I found you on the sidewalk and brought you back to my shop. And my name is Urahara Kisuke, not pervert or molester.” I caught a fist that was heading for my face. “That’s not very nice.”

“Fuck off!”

“I’m friends with your dad, Kurosaki Isshin.” I explained, pinning him onto his back so he wouldn’t attack me again. His brown eyes glowed with anger.

“Why am I almost naked then?” He growled. “And why are you?”

“Body heat!” I chirped back.

“Right. Then get the fuck off of me.”

“You promise not to attack?”

He nodded reluctantly. I let go of him and backed up, then clutched at my jaw as he delivered a swift punch.

“Thanks for helping me.” He muttered and grabbed his wet clothes, tugging them on with a grimace. “But I don’t know you and you kind of freak me out, so I’m going now.”

“Wait, Ichigo-kun.” I protested but he left anyways, with a heavy sigh I darted out after him and grabbed his waist, hoisting him over my shoulder. Tessai blinked as Ichigo yelled and beat at my back, trying to make me let go. “That will be all for tonight, Tessai.” I said over Ichigo’s yells. “I think I’ve got it here, you can go home.”

“Yes, sir.” The large man gave a bow and then left. I walked back to my room with Ichigo still over my shoulder, my back aching slightly as he pounded his fists against it.

I tossed him into the bed, noting he was shivering again in his wet clothes. “You’re not very smart, are you?” I said with a sigh. He glared up at me and launched his fist at me again, but I caught it and spun him around, shoving him face first into the bed. “We gotta get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Get off of me!” He shouted.

“Be calm.” I gave him a pat on his orange head and smiled down at him. “I’m not going to rape you. Your father would kill me if I let anything happen to you.”

He stopped struggling with a frown. “If you really know my father…what was my mother’s name?”

I smiled down at him. “Masaki. Her name was Masaki.” He finally relaxed in my grip and I let him go. “You really need to get out of those wet clothes and get warm.” I lectured.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled and inched away from me, still watching cautiously.

“You’re going to get hyperthermia.” I frowned as he shivered. “See?”

“Whatever.” He stood up and started tugging his clothes over his head. I leaned back and relaxed at the unwitting show he was giving me, my eyes moving over his body as he started unbuckling his pants. He paused and glared over at me. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all! Please continue.”

He scowled at me. “Do you mind //leaving//?”

“Oh. Yes I do.”

“You’re just going to watch me strip.” He made it a statement, not a question.

“I already saw all of you before.” I gave him a goofy grin. “So it really is nothing I haven’t seen before.”

He turned around abruptly and undid his pants, sliding them down and stepping out of them. My jaw dropped a little and my mouth watered as I took in the view of his boxer-clad behind. He shivered slightly, making me frown as I took in the goose bumps rising on his skin.

“You need to get warm.” I stepped up to him immediately and wrapped my arms around him, covering him in the blanket that was also draped around me. His orange head fit perfectly underneath my chin, his bare chest rubbing against my ribs and stomach. He squirmed and tried to escape even despite my best *cough* intentions. “Body heat is the best way.” I told him and guided him to the bed despite his struggling.

I sat so my back was against the wall at the head of the bed and he lay splayed across my lap. I had thus far managed to keep his arms pinned to his sides, but his struggling was becoming more and more frantic. Making him rub against my body in ways that made me…uncomfortable. If uncomfortable means I want to pin him down and ravish him.

So I did the only thing that I could think of doing in this type of situation. Which in hindsight, I think that it could have possibly made it worse.

I kissed him. Crushing our mouths together and forcing his body closer to mine. He squealed rather girlishly and jerked in my grasp, twisting his head from side to side. I allowed him to pull away from the kiss, but my mouth instantly sought his soft throat and nibbled delicately at the skin underneath his jaw line.

“Unnnn, Kisuke stop!” The boy moaned, his body shifting so I could feel his hardening erection.

“Ah, Ichigo-san, are you sure you want me to stop?” I released the hold I had on his arms and rubbed his erect cock through his boxers.

“Ungh!” He moaned and clutched at my arms desperately, panting slightly as his head buried against my shoulder. “Noooo…”

“No you’re not sure, or no you want me to stop?” I questioned and pushed down his boxers to grip him and run my thumb over his leaking slit.

“No, don’t stop!” His brown eyes went wide and he stared up at me pleadingly.

I couldn’t help but chuckle and nudge him so he was lying on his back. “Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of you.” With that I tugged his boxers the rest of the way and feasted on his fully-naked appearance. “Very good care.” I have never heard so pleasant a sound in my life than when he shrieked as I took him into my mouth.

His hands weaved into my blond hair and tried to get me to take more, but I denied him. I pulled away from him with a popping sound and nearly knocked the lotion over in my haste to get it. He watched me with an aggravated scowl as I poured a dollop of the cold lotion onto my fingers and rubbed them together to warm the fluid. His eyes narrowed as I moved the fingers in between his legs and nudged at his entrance. He opened his mouth to protest but I bent my head down and sucked him again before he could do so.

While he was distracted I slipped a finger inside of his tight heat, making him groan. I could see him biting his lip as I opened him with my fingers- spreading them apart and searching for his prostate to make him forget about his pain. His hips jerked as I pressed against it, crying out and pushing back against them. I pulled free of his body and ignored the whine it produced.

“Don’t worry, it gets much better.” I commented with a grin, shoving my pants and boxer down and moving my own neglected erection to his entrance. Then I pressed in.

Ichigo’s POV

The blond man must be some sort of sex god. How else could he have been able to get me to want him so quickly? Even the probing fingers felt good. Painful, but the jolts of pleasure entwined with the ache so seductively. When he pulled them away I couldn’t help but protest, and then gasp as something blunt nudged my entrance. He forced his way inward, past the tight resistance, as deep as he could go. It was all I could do to cling to him as dark pain tinged the corner of my vision.

His hand over my erection soothed the ache and his mouth stifled the shout I gave. His other hand came up to stroke my hair as he stilled inside of me, and I hesitantly kissed him back. It was a welcome distraction from the pain and I soon found myself relaxing around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gave him a little nudge to encourage him to move.

Kisuke did so immediately, nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back in. The burn that accompanied the delicious friction sent wave after wave of pleasure up my spine. I dug my nails into his back and wailed as he repeatedly jabbed my prostate, working my erection at the same time. It was too much for me and I came, sobbing his name while he continued to hammer into me. My body spasmed as his still-hard erection nudged my prostate, milking the rest of my orgasm out of me. I almost sighed in relief when I felt something warm and wet fill me and he finally stilled.

My body trembled in the aftermath, jolting when he slipped out of my over-sensitive body. His hand petted my slightly damp hair and pulled me so my back rested against his chest. “Are you warm yet?”

I still felt a little tingly, but much better other than the slight hurt in my backside. “Yeah.”

“Good!” He said cheerfully. “What are the chances of your father killing me for deflowering you?”

“Very high.” I replied with a smirk. “Pervert.”

Kisuke sighed regretfully and hugged me tighter. “Ah, it seems you have caught me, Ichigo.” He teased.

Neither of us said anything for a moment. “Kisuke?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks, for, you know…” I trailed off.

“No thanks necessary, the pleasure is all mine.” He pinched one of my nipples and I jerked. “Out of curiosity…what happened?”

“Some dip shits attacked me from behind.” I said with a scowl, remembering the occurrence. “I would have kicked their asses if it wasn’t for the rocks.”

“Ah.” Kisuke pressed a light kiss to my temple where there was a little scratch. “Good thing I came.”

“Yeah, I thought you would be fucking me for forever.” There was a long pause, then a snort as he realized what I said.

“You have such a perverted mind!” He said through his chuckles, his chest rumbling with the laughter.

“You’re the molester.” I said, a yawn breaking my words.

“Hm, maybe you should sleep, Ichigo-chan.”

“Don’t call me chan.” I mumbled back sleepily.

“Ichigo-tan?”

“Just drop the bloody suffix…” I curled closer to him. “Kisuke.”

“Hm…alright, Ichigo.” He murmured into my ear. “You won’t let your father kill me, will you?” He asked childishly.

“Yes.”

“Don’t be so cruel!"

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