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Perfection 8 (Urahara/Nova)
Title: Perfection
Subtitle: Final Perfection
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 8
Pairing: Urahara/Nova
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,048
Requested by: OfMagicalEssance
AN: I…am done! Another set finished! To the transformers! *bounces off*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Staring at the ceiling of his room, Urahara sighed quietly as the fan moved above him, the sound of it moving the air soothing him. it was slightly warm, the world of the hollows acting much like the human world during the summer months. Stretching out, he moaned as his body relaxed, eyes lazy and content for the moment. He was waiting for the time that he would have to get up and get ready to go out with his Nova.
Smirking, he let his hat fall over his eyes, thinking on how the two of them had finally gotten together. It had been Ichigo and Yumichika who had gotten tired of them dancing around each other and had shoved them into a closet, telling them to talk or they would end up stuck in the closet for a good month or so. They had talked, fucked, talked some more and got out later that day.
Of course, the look on Ichigos face at seeing both of them limping had been worth it up to the point where they found out that the red head had to pass by their closet about 6 times, hearing them fuck.
After that, Urahara had blushed at the knowing smirk he got from the ex-shinigami. The smug bastard had walked off, leaving Urahara sputtering and contemplating homicide. That had been around a month ago and since then, they had gaine new allies and quite a few were in the healing wing after Yumi had gotten done with them. And the war was just about done. One more fight to take out the last of those against them and everything would finally be done.
Looking at his clock, Urahara got out of his bed and stripped out of his robe, letting it drop to the floor. Dressing quickly, he headed out of his room, aiming for Novas. He had plans for the night and no one had better get in his way. Stopping at Novas door, he smoothed his hand over his shirt before knocking on the door, hearing soft footsteps heading to answer it. Smiling brightly, his eyes raked over the lean body of his lover, taking in the jeans and loose sweater that covered skin that the exiled taicho wanted to lick. He had to purr at the fact that Nova had taken to leaving off the mask, exposing his face.
“Is it that time already?” Nova asked, his hands coming up so he could mark his place in the book with a blush. Urahara laughed softly and nodded with a smile.
“Yes, it’s that time. Did you get lost in one of those books Ichi-kun gave you?” Urahara asked, tilting his head to the side, hair sliding over his eyes.
“I did. It’s that Vernon book, ‘Journey to the Center of the Earth’ actually,” the red head admitted, holding it up with a smile. “It’s rather interesting really. Such an idea; it is close to how the three worlds work, with the human world being in the middle,” he continued, moving back into the room, leaving the door open for Urahara as he put the book up. He grabbed a jacket as he slid a pair of shoes on, flashing the blond a bright smile.
“You can bring a book with you, just in case. I figured we’d take a picic in that one area that Gin and Kira had to threaten for,” The scientist replied, watching Nova look indecisive before plucking off the book that he had been reading. Offering his arm, Urahara led his lover out of the room and down the long hall ways.
“Sounds like a lovely time,” Nova hummed, leaning into Urahara with a sweet smile, feeling a strong arm wrap around his waist and pull him close to the musky body. Nuzzling into the shoulder of his love, the mod soul sighed quietly as they stepped into a rather lush garden. Gin and Kira had wanted a living garden for their herbs and plants, and had gotten it after a bit of threatening and much pouting. The garden was somewhat like Uraharas training grounds, just not an area of rocks, boulders and dust. Looking around, Nova giggled quietly at the sight of a giant blanket complete with a picnic basket under of the trees.
“Who set everything up for us?” the red head asked, smiling up at the blond.
“I bribed Jyuushiro to make the food and called in some favors from Gin to set up the area,” Urahara admitted, delighting in the laughter from Nova. Leading the mod soul over to the blanket, the blond man made sure he was comfortable before getting comfortable himself. Pulling out the food, he served up the finger dishes occasionally feeding a few bites to Nova. Licking his fingers clean of the fruit juices, he settled back on one hand, eyes watching how his mate ate the mozzarella sticks with happy sounds of pleasure.
Groaning, the blond flopped backwards, only sitting up a bit to sip his soda. Nova finished with his own dishes, finally curling up against Urahara with a soft sigh of pleasure.
“I love Jyuu-sans cooking,” Nova hummed happily, trailing a hand over soft skin as he was wrapped up in warm arms. Shifting a few times, he finally settled into his lovers body, eyes sliding close as he relaxed into the other mans warmth.
“I know. That’s why I begged him to make the food for us. Only the best for my lover as long as I can give it to you,” Urahara promised, getting a blinding smile from the red head.
“I’m seriously spoiled by you and Ichigo. Why is that?” Nova teased, mirth filling his voice. Urahara chuckled in return, eyes loving as he stroked a hand through soft red hair.
“With me, it’s because I love you so very much,” the blond hummed, watching long, pale fingers play with his haori. “With Ichigo, it’s his way of saying thank you for your help.”
“So, me helping him gain his confidence and loving you means I get spoiled?” Nova asked, shifting and rubbing against Urahara, who just smirked.
“Yep,” was his reply.
“I can live with that,” Nova laughed, shaking his head slightly as he was pulled into a loving kiss.
Subtitle: Final Perfection
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 8
Pairing: Urahara/Nova
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,048
Requested by: OfMagicalEssance
AN: I…am done! Another set finished! To the transformers! *bounces off*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Staring at the ceiling of his room, Urahara sighed quietly as the fan moved above him, the sound of it moving the air soothing him. it was slightly warm, the world of the hollows acting much like the human world during the summer months. Stretching out, he moaned as his body relaxed, eyes lazy and content for the moment. He was waiting for the time that he would have to get up and get ready to go out with his Nova.
Smirking, he let his hat fall over his eyes, thinking on how the two of them had finally gotten together. It had been Ichigo and Yumichika who had gotten tired of them dancing around each other and had shoved them into a closet, telling them to talk or they would end up stuck in the closet for a good month or so. They had talked, fucked, talked some more and got out later that day.
Of course, the look on Ichigos face at seeing both of them limping had been worth it up to the point where they found out that the red head had to pass by their closet about 6 times, hearing them fuck.
After that, Urahara had blushed at the knowing smirk he got from the ex-shinigami. The smug bastard had walked off, leaving Urahara sputtering and contemplating homicide. That had been around a month ago and since then, they had gaine new allies and quite a few were in the healing wing after Yumi had gotten done with them. And the war was just about done. One more fight to take out the last of those against them and everything would finally be done.
Looking at his clock, Urahara got out of his bed and stripped out of his robe, letting it drop to the floor. Dressing quickly, he headed out of his room, aiming for Novas. He had plans for the night and no one had better get in his way. Stopping at Novas door, he smoothed his hand over his shirt before knocking on the door, hearing soft footsteps heading to answer it. Smiling brightly, his eyes raked over the lean body of his lover, taking in the jeans and loose sweater that covered skin that the exiled taicho wanted to lick. He had to purr at the fact that Nova had taken to leaving off the mask, exposing his face.
“Is it that time already?” Nova asked, his hands coming up so he could mark his place in the book with a blush. Urahara laughed softly and nodded with a smile.
“Yes, it’s that time. Did you get lost in one of those books Ichi-kun gave you?” Urahara asked, tilting his head to the side, hair sliding over his eyes.
“I did. It’s that Vernon book, ‘Journey to the Center of the Earth’ actually,” the red head admitted, holding it up with a smile. “It’s rather interesting really. Such an idea; it is close to how the three worlds work, with the human world being in the middle,” he continued, moving back into the room, leaving the door open for Urahara as he put the book up. He grabbed a jacket as he slid a pair of shoes on, flashing the blond a bright smile.
“You can bring a book with you, just in case. I figured we’d take a picic in that one area that Gin and Kira had to threaten for,” The scientist replied, watching Nova look indecisive before plucking off the book that he had been reading. Offering his arm, Urahara led his lover out of the room and down the long hall ways.
“Sounds like a lovely time,” Nova hummed, leaning into Urahara with a sweet smile, feeling a strong arm wrap around his waist and pull him close to the musky body. Nuzzling into the shoulder of his love, the mod soul sighed quietly as they stepped into a rather lush garden. Gin and Kira had wanted a living garden for their herbs and plants, and had gotten it after a bit of threatening and much pouting. The garden was somewhat like Uraharas training grounds, just not an area of rocks, boulders and dust. Looking around, Nova giggled quietly at the sight of a giant blanket complete with a picnic basket under of the trees.
“Who set everything up for us?” the red head asked, smiling up at the blond.
“I bribed Jyuushiro to make the food and called in some favors from Gin to set up the area,” Urahara admitted, delighting in the laughter from Nova. Leading the mod soul over to the blanket, the blond man made sure he was comfortable before getting comfortable himself. Pulling out the food, he served up the finger dishes occasionally feeding a few bites to Nova. Licking his fingers clean of the fruit juices, he settled back on one hand, eyes watching how his mate ate the mozzarella sticks with happy sounds of pleasure.
Groaning, the blond flopped backwards, only sitting up a bit to sip his soda. Nova finished with his own dishes, finally curling up against Urahara with a soft sigh of pleasure.
“I love Jyuu-sans cooking,” Nova hummed happily, trailing a hand over soft skin as he was wrapped up in warm arms. Shifting a few times, he finally settled into his lovers body, eyes sliding close as he relaxed into the other mans warmth.
“I know. That’s why I begged him to make the food for us. Only the best for my lover as long as I can give it to you,” Urahara promised, getting a blinding smile from the red head.
“I’m seriously spoiled by you and Ichigo. Why is that?” Nova teased, mirth filling his voice. Urahara chuckled in return, eyes loving as he stroked a hand through soft red hair.
“With me, it’s because I love you so very much,” the blond hummed, watching long, pale fingers play with his haori. “With Ichigo, it’s his way of saying thank you for your help.”
“So, me helping him gain his confidence and loving you means I get spoiled?” Nova asked, shifting and rubbing against Urahara, who just smirked.
“Yep,” was his reply.
“I can live with that,” Nova laughed, shaking his head slightly as he was pulled into a loving kiss.