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A.N. – Hey…this is my first Bleach fic…so
please be nice if you’re gonna review…thanx!

“Kurosaki...” Ishida breathed softly, his breath ghosting
over Ichigo’s ear, making the other boy shiver. The sudden feeling of skin on
skin had made them both terribly excited and the added risk of class=SpellE>Isshin walking in at any second made them feel a little more
than naughty.

Ishida’s glasses lay abandoned on Ichigo’s desk, his shirt
lying open as Ichigo removed his own shirt and leaned back down to kiss the
archer.

“I never knew…” Ichigo said breathily, pulling back slightly,
his face a little flushed. “Never knew touching you would feel so good…”

Ishida blushed, feeling an unexpected rush of affection for
the other boy. The knowledge that he was the only one Ichigo could openly say
such a sensitive thing to made him feel suddenly invincible. Locking his
fingers in orange hair, Ishida pulled him down for another heated kiss.

Lips locked, tongues brushed against each other, arms
wrapped around bodies. Their breathing was getting heavier by the minute, the
occasional soft moan escaping.

Ichigo trailed a hand down the smooth flat stomach beneath
him, exploring the new territory carefully. Ishida sighed and smiled, leaning
back and watching Ichigo watch him.

“You’re so…perfect…” Ichigo muttered, staring at the body of
his soon to be lover in mild fascination. Ishida smiled.

“That’s the most you’ve said all day,” he said softly,
making Ichigo look up.

“Well I-” he began, but Ishida silenced him with a finger
pressing to his lips.

“It doesn’t matter. Let’s see if I can make you feel a
little better, hm?”

Ichigo grinned and kissed him again, softly but with enough
force to show what he needed. His hands continued their journey along Ishida’s
torso, taking in every curve, every muscle slightly showing through.

“I love this little bit of you…” Ichigo said, his lips
brushing off Ishida’s as he spoke, his hand caressing the patch of skin just
above Ishida’s hip bone. He smiled.

“Why?” he asked. Ichigo shrugged.

“Just like it. It’s sexy,” he explained. Ishida smiled.

“Well I love this part of you,” he said softly, his hands
roaming Ichigo’s back, digging his fingers in at occasional intervals, giving
him a sort of odd massage. Ichigo smiled down at him, kissing his forehead
softly.

“Thank you…” he whispered, so quietly it was almost unheard.
Ishida gasped at the words. They were so raw, so personal in the way they’d
been said. Right now he would have usually said something downgrading, cynical
even. But he was not wearing his mask right now. He was laid bare to show his
true self to one person alone. Ichigo was exactly the same.

Right now they were not the cool delinquent or the enigmatic
nerd. They were simply there, together.

They were not Shinigami and Quincy. Enemies.

They were one.

~Owari~