Un Accro

Well, this weekend was absolute craziness, but now I give you chapter four, with more Shinji/Ichigo goodness.

Again, thank you to everyone who has reviewed. To address various questions in no particular order, yes, Urahara/Shinji/Ichigo is coming up. I haven't given much thought to just Urahara/Shinji. Since this story (like most of my others) focuses on Ichigo, I'm not sure if I'll feature any hookups without him.

Finally, I've never tried a mailing list before. Chances are I'd just forget. I'm unreliable like that, lol.

--Smooth sailing--

Ishida was still at Urahara’s, lingering even though he was fairly sure he had overstayed his welcome. He argued with himself that Urahara hadn’t explicitly told him to leave, so he could technically stay as long as he liked. He just wanted to make sure Ichigo was okay.

He looked up when Shinji came into the kitchen and sat down at the table with him. He tried not to glare too obviously at the blonde Vaizard, taking in his sweaty and shirtless form.

“Where’s Urahara?” he demanded.

Ishida sat his teacup down and delicately pushed up his glasses. “I don’t know.”

“Tch. The hell are you still doing here, anyway? Worried about your boyfriend?”

Ishida took a moment to consider how exactly he wanted to answer that question. If this were any other situation, he would probably deny any concern for the brash, orange haired Shinigami, but he figured that Shinji didn’t know that, so it wouldn’t hurt his pride any to admit it.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Ishida said peevishly. “I’m just here to make sure you didn’t do any permanent damage.”

“What did you just say?”

“Ah, Shinji,” Urahara said cheerfully, entering the kitchen at the exact moment Ishida was sure he was going to end up skewered against one of Urahara’s walls. Shinji didn’t actually appear to have his Zanpakuto on him, but Ishida wouldn’t be surprised if the blonde was pretty inventive when it came to causing bodily harm.

“Hey,” Shinji replied, casting Ishida one last dirty look before forgetting all about him.

“I trust Ichigo is doing well?”

“Yeah, but… the effects won’t last forever. He’ll need this again soon.”

“How soon?” Ishida asked, worry crossing his face.

Shinji looked at him disapprovingly. “Probably a month. Maybe two.”

Urahara exhaled shakily. “You’re sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Shinji snapped. “If there was something else I could have done, trust me I would have.”

“Does Ichigo know?”

Shinji sighed. “No, he doesn’t know. He fell asleep before I even realized why it hadn’t worked the way we expected it to.”

Urahara nodded. “Well, I think it would be best if you’re there when he wakes up.”

“You’re probably right. Mind if I use your bathroom to get cleaned up?”

“Of course not,” Urahara said.

Standing, Shinji sauntered out of the kitchen, smiling a little to himself when Urahara addressed the Quincy.

“Well, Ishida-kun, it’s getting late,” Urahara was saying, his voice fading as Shinji went deeper into the shop, “you should probably be heading home now.”

Shinji didn’t hear the dark haired teen’s reply.

When he got to the room where he had left Ichigo, Shinji found the other Vaizard already awake, looking groggy and discomfited. He looked up when Shinji entered.

“Urahara’s offered us the use of his bathroom, if you wanna get cleaned up,” Shinji said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against one wall. Please, Shinji appealed to some unknown entity, please let him be willing to take a bath with me.

Ichigo nodded, but seemed hesitant to stand up with Shinji watching. He was still completely nude, and his Shinigami uniform had been taken away earlier when Urahara had stopped by. Giving the teen a bit of privacy, Shinji left Ichigo and headed to the bathroom, where he pulled off his pants and waited for Ichigo to join him.

When Ichigo finally entered the bathroom, he was steadfastly looking at anything other than the other person occupying the room with him, a brilliant red flush spread across his face. Shinji rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” Shinji said, giving Ichigo’s shoulder a little push. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get your hair for you?”

“A-alright,” Ichigo conceded, sitting down on the little stool next to the tub. As embarrassed as he was—shit, he could hardly believe half the things he’d said—Shinji’s hands still felt nice on his skin. With come drying on his thighs and his stomach, it was also nice to get clean. He was doing his best to ignore the way Shinji’s soapy fingers lingered over his nipples.

As tired and strung out as he was, he was going to get hard in just a moment if Shinji didn’t stop. The blonde seemed perfectly content to torture him with intimate touches, though.

“Fuck, stop,” Ichigo said when Shinji’s hand reached down to encircle his cock.

Shinji let go of Ichigo, considerably disappointed and pulled away to start washing himself. He should have known the second Ichigo wasn’t being affected by the hollow’s reiatsu, he would be just as fucking prudish as he’d always been.

Ichigo felt almost a little guilty when Shinji pulled away from him without a word. Part of his brain tried to argue that it wasn’t a big deal; Shinji had already seen him naked anyway.

Hell, Shinji’d even put Ichigo’s cock in his mouth.

Ichigo took a deep breath. “I’ll wash your hair for you, if you’d like.”

“Sure, Ichi, that’d be nice,” Shinji said, unable to completely hide how pleased he was. He turned his back to the teen so that Ichigo would have access and so he couldn’t see how wide Shinji was grinning.

He was surprised at how hesitant Ichigo’s touches were, but after awhile they gained confidence and Shinji let his eyes slip close in pleasure. Now if Shinji could only get the teen to touch him like that elsewhere…

“Um, did you want to get into the bath now?” Ichigo asked after a few minutes, rinsing the suds from Shinji’s hair.

“Hmm?”

“The tub,” Ichigo said. “Do you want—”

“Of course, Ichigo, after you.”

Ichigo didn’t know quite what to say to that, so he climbed into the tub first, trying to ignore the fact that he knew Shinji was ogling him. Shinji slid in behind him and wrapped his arms around the teen. After a few tense moments, Ichigo finally relaxed into the embrace, resting his head on Shinji’s shoulder and closing his eyes.

“Ichigo,” Shinji said after a few moments, not wanting to ruin the mood, but knowing if he postponed telling Ichigo about his condition any longer, the teen would be furious when he found out.

“Yeah?”

“We gotta talk about this hollow.”

Ichigo shifted a little uncomfortably. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t want you to think about it like that,” Shinji said, a little defensively. “It won’t be a problem if you just take care of it right.”

“Take care of…? Didn’t you already do that?”

Shinji hesitated. “Well, mostly.”

“What the fuck is ‘mostly’ supposed to mean?”

“It means that while you’re okay for now, my reiatsu isn’t sticking to your wound. In all likelihood, it’ll eventually drain out and this’ll happen all over again.”

“Fuck.”

“Hey, it’s not so bad, right?” Shinji asked, wanting Ichigo to ask him to help out again. He certainly wanted to offer, but he felt like it would be best if Ichigo thought it was his idea.

“Not so bad?”

“Well, you know, it’s more like a small inconvenience.”

Ichigo grumbled something under his breath and made to get out of the tub. Shinji tightened his grip on the teen and pulled him back against his chest.

“What was that, Ichi?”

“I said, an inconvenience for you maybe, but—”

“Ichigo, it’s not an inconvenience at all. I’m more than happy to help you out, you know.”

“Th-that’s not what I meant.”

Shinji rolled his eyes. Talking to Ichigo could be like pulling teeth sometimes. “Care to enlighten me? I’m not a mind reader you know.”

“It’s nothing,” Ichigo said stubbornly. “This is just… of all the shit…”

Shinji frowned; Ichigo was acting quite unlike himself. “It’s not the end of the world. You’ll probably only have to deal with it every other month, maybe a little more frequently than that.”

“You mean you don’t know?”

“Ichigo, it’s not like I’ve got a precedent for this. It’s just my best guess. We won’t actually find out until you start feeling the effects again.”

“Right,” Ichigo said, sounding resigned. “And I suppose you want to be the one who ‘helps’ me out?”

“You make it sound like I have something other than your best interests at heart,” Shinji said, trying to sound slightly miffed.

“…Why did you come here?”

Shinji tried not to sigh too loudly. “Urahara asked me to come over. Honestly, I was a little surprised he didn’t help you out himself.”

“Oh,” Ichigo said quietly, and Shinji tried not to read too much into the tone of his voice. He thought it sounded almost let down.

“He wanted one of the Vaizard to help you out. Just in case it was something hollow related instead of just reiatsu related.”

“And?”

“And as far as I can tell, Urahara could have taken care of it himself, but I’m still glad he called me.”

“I… I am too,” Ichigo admitted.

Shinji smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of Ichigo’s neck. The teen repressed a shiver, shifting a little in Shinji’s embrace.

Shinji let his hands start wandering over Ichigo’s skin again, one of them rising to cup Ichigo’s face, turning it towards him so that he could initiate a nice, slow kiss. Ichigo responded after a long moment, tongue moving against Shinji’s languorously, hips jerking when long fingers found and tweaked a nipple.

Ichigo whimpered a little when he started to get hard again, Shinji’s rougher attentions driving him a little crazy. He could feel Shinji’s cock hardening against his backside and he rocked back against the blonde, making Shinji moan.

Ichigo didn’t really think that he could handle Shinji fucking him again so soon; his ass still feeling a little tender, but maybe Shinji could be convinced into sucking him off again, or something. That had been pretty incredible.

He was about to suggest just that when he felt snakelike tendrils of reiatsu sliding over his heated skin. Moaning when two of them slithered over his chest to play with his nipples, Ichigo’s whole body jerked when he felt one of them twist the little bud it was playing with, sending electric jolts straight down to his already aching cock.

“Ah—” Ichigo gasped, when more tendrils of reiatsu started stroking and teasing him; the sensation of having hundreds of small hands fondling him making him thrash in Shinji’s firm grip.

Shinji pulled Ichigo a little closer and silenced the teen’s delicious moans with a kiss, feeling them now instead of hearing them. He let one strand of reiatsu wrap around Ichigo’s cock, sending the teen into another fit of restless struggling before Shinji extended another that brushed teasingly against Ichigo’s stretched hole.

Ichigo ceased all movement for a split second, only slight tremors still running through him before it actually slipped inside him. Then it was like Ichigo just couldn’t say still, thrashing hard enough to send water slopping over the sides of the tub.

He’d never known reiatsu could do this, sending out little jolts of electric pleasure everywhere it touched, rolling over him, pinning him, fucking him while Shinji’s hands were merely supporting him, long fingers splayed out over his torso to hold him in place.

Shinji grit his teeth, leaning forward slightly to rest his head against Ichigo’s shoulder. The teen’s erratic movements caused all that smooth, wet skin to rub tantalizingly against Shinji’s cock, and the blonde Vaizard could tell he was about to lose it again, but he definitely wanted to make Ichigo come first, so he increased the force of his reiatsu.

Ichigo cried out at the surge in sensation and came, the little tendrils of reiatsu still stroking him as his body jerked involuntarily in orgasm. Not bothering to hold back anymore, Shinji came as well, the sensation of skin on skin overwhelming him.

He still managed to not withdraw his reiatsu until long after the last tremors had left Ichigo’s body, leaving the teen practically weak as a kitten as he dozed in Shinji’s arms.

Shinji himself felt sated and considerably pleased with himself, though he recognized that Urahara might not be entirely pleased with their bath time activities.

“Alright, Ichi, we need to get up and go talk to Urahara.”

Ichigo made a small sound of dissent turning slightly to rest his cheek against Shinji’s chest, still out of it.

“Come on, you’re getting all pruney.”

Ichigo finally opened his eyes and sat up straight, knowing Shinji was right. He had to get home soon anyway; it was getting to be late in the evening, judging by the clock on the wall, and his sisters were probably worried.

Shinji followed Ichigo out of the tub and helped dry the teen off before starting on himself.

“I… weren’t you wearing pants when you came in?” Ichigo asked.

Shinji looked up, perplexed. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Ichigo picked something up off the floor and turned to Shinji, letting the garment unfold. It was a navy blue yukata and glancing behind Ichigo, Shinji could see another one in hunter green near the door.

“Well, isn’t that thoughtful,” Shinji said, rolling his eyes.

Ichigo was frowning. “God, I bet that bastard stopped by to watch,” the teen said, taking the words right out of Shinji’s mouth.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Shinji replied, wrapping the towel around his hair and walking past Ichigo to the other yukata, picking up the matching gold obi and handing one to Ichigo while he was at it.

“Thanks,” Ichigo said, already pulling his on, the blue complementing his hair. Shinji watched surreptitiously as he dressed as well, liking how Ichigo looked in traditional clothing.

As soon as they were both fully dressed, Shinji let Ichigo lead the way to the kitchen, where Urahara was reading the paper. The shopkeeper looked up when they walked in, giving the two of them a knowing smile.

“Well, Kurosaki-kun, I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.”

“Yeah,” Ichigo said, “thanks. Is Ishida okay?”

“He seemed fine earlier,” Shinji said dismissively, sitting down across from Urahara, not wanting to talk about the Quincy. “So, Kisu, what’s for dinner?”

Ichigo hadn’t even realized how hungry he was until the blonde mentioned food, not forgetting about his classmate, but willing to pursue the matter later. He sat down between the two older men, strangely feeling more content than he had in a long time.

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Next chapter features Ichigo/Shinji, this time with bondage.

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