Christmas Treats

Title: Christmas Treats
Chapter 1: Baking is Fun
Author: Kitsune_of_Fate
Chapter Summary: Ichigo comes to visit Uryuu the day before Christmas Eve while he is baking gingerbread and wrapping presents and they get a bit naughty.
Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Please tell me if I made an error or there is something I should do to improve my writing.
Warning: This story contains male on male action. If you don’t like m/m... Why in the world are you in the Yaoi section?!? This story also contains bondage, smex, and fun with food. If you don’t like one/any of those don’t read/complain. All other tags I put that aren’t in this chap will/may show up later.

A/N: Probably OOC. I’m not sure how they celebrate in Japan so don’t get on to me about that please. I got this idea and it wouldn’t leave me alone so tough. :P So sorry about how late this is... Christmas was so long ago now it isn’t funny anymore… I kept rewriting it... *hides*

A/N(edit): I knew I would forget something... This is post-war about 4-5 years or so.

Thank you Blue-eyed Fox for the review of “Letting Go is Easy Sometimes” my first fic on aff.

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“Just one more finishing touch...” Uryuu Ishida added one last dollop of frosting onto a gingerbread house in just the right spot. “At least something in this kitchen is tidy...” Uryuu stared in slight disbelief at measuring cups that once held flour, powdered sugar, and brown sugar among other things. He sighed and shook his head looking at his mixer still holding some sweet remnants of his homemade frosting. The whole kitchen smelt of warm baked gingerbread though and that at least was pleasant. As he put the frosting bag down and considered where to start the cleaning his thoughts were interrupted. Two knocks then a thud against his apartment door meant only one thing.

“Uryuu? I know you’re home, now open up.”

“Never fails, when I’m baking he comes.” Uryuu muttered to himself. “And this time I had no time clean up the mess. I never should have tried doing all my wrapping while baking...”

“Uryuu?!? What the hell?!? Let me in.”

Uryuu pondered whether he should let Ichigo in yet as he walked toward his front door. He turned away and dashed into his bedroom and tucked a wrapped package lying on the bed into a dark corner of his closet’s top shelf. He ran back toward the door hearing more banging and yelling.

“I’m coming you impatient monkey.” He opened the door and was greeted with the goofiest smile he’d ever seen on Ichigo’s face. “Have you been hitting the nog already?”

“No I’m just wondering what’s got you annoyed enough to call me a monkey.” Ichigo laughed and kissed Uryuu until the Quincy pulled away and turned his back. He heard Ichigo go out into the hall for a moment before closing the door. He turned back to face him and frowned.

“I’ve got presents to wrap, leave the gingerbread house alone; it’s for Urahara-san’s party tomorrow, and what is all that?”

“My presents for everyone, except you, and you can wrap mine while you’re at it.” Ichigo smirked evilly and deposited a stack of gifts into Uryuu’s arms.

“Oh very funny Kurosaki, I’m not wrapping all this too.” He shoved the gifts back into Ichigo.

“Oh no Mister Handy-Crafts, I want it done right and you’re the best there is.” He smirked and pushed them back on the annoyed Quincy.

“Flattery will get you nowhere you lazy Shinigami.” He deposited Ichigo’s gifts into a chair. “I’ll help you but I won’t wrap them. I might change my mind if you let me top without struggle every time for the next two weeks.” Uryuu smirked evilly at Ichigo who only returned it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Uryuu topping, he just like the struggle for dominance that took place before most of their love making.

“Not a chance, two days or I’ll just take the help.”

“Your loss, I’ll just help.”

Ichigo sat down across from Uryuu and the two began wrapping Ichigo’s gifts. It took a few hours but the two finished, Uryuu headed into the kitchen with the trash and Ichigo started putting the wrapping paper, ribbons, and tape away.

“I think this may come in handy later.” He smirked and pocketed a roll of thick red tape that Uryuu had to use his best scissors to even make a dent in and vowed never to purchase again.

“Ichigo? Can you help me in here?” He walked into the kitchen and grinned broader then before.

“I just might be able to call you human now. This mess looks pretty normal.”

“Shut up, your kitchen would be ten times worse if you tried to make anything like this.” Uryuu motioned toward a large gingerbread house next to the stove. Ichigo stared at it for a moment.

“Impressive house gingerbread man, did you have anything left or should I eat the fence?” Ichigo reached for the house and felt his hand slapped.

“Touch it and this gingerbread man will put an arrow up your ass. That’s for the party tomorrow night. I made a few cookies out of what I had left. Help yourself they’re on the plate by the microwave, after you’ve helped me clean this up.” Ichigo frowned but started clearing off the table without protest. Uryuu approached the table with a sponge and began scrubbing once Ichigo removed the remaining ingredients and mixing bowls.

“What do want me to do with this leftover candy? I know where the flour and stuff goes.”

“Put it in the refrigerator, I’ll deal with it later.” Ichigo put the remaining ingredients away then he paused to watch his lover scrub the table for a moment. He smirked evilly and considered pinching the tight ass in front of him. He fought the urge to pounce as he watched the way his lover’s body moved back and forth as he leaned over the table. The rhythm was a familiar one.

“Pretending the table’s me Uryuu?” The flustered Quincy dropped the sponge on the table and turned to look at Ichigo blushing.

“What?!?”

“You heard me...” Ichigo made his move and pushed the flustered archer onto the table. Uryuu put up a struggle as Ichigo climbed on top of him but the wetness of the table on his shirt bothered him more then his lover’s playfulness. At least until he heard the noise of that horrid red holiday tape. He thrashed like a fish out of water trying to get out from under Ichigo but turning over was a mistake. In mere moments Ichigo had grabbed his arms and taped his wrists behind his back. He managed to get off the table but Ichigo quickly pinned him to the kitchen wall before he could leave the room. His lover kissed across his neck to calm the archer down.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes” Uryuu was panting slightly when he spoke. He trusted Ichigo, he knew he wouldn’t be harmed and the bondage was the beginning of a game. He also knew him asking that question was to ensure he wasn’t running in fear. Ichigo nibbled the Quincy’s ear a little before pulling him back towards the table. Uryuu complied for the moment and wondered where this game would go. Ichigo usually topped him so Uryuu had been tied up as part of many games like this, just never in the kitchen. Ichigo had him sit on the table and he removed the Quincy’s glasses. He placed them on the counter out of the way and turned around to see that Uryuu had slipped away.

“Damn Uryuu, I didn’t think you could get away that quietly without your glasses. Then again he probably knows the layout of his whole apartment and how to get around without them. He wouldn’t go out so he should be too hard to find. I’ll just get things ready for when I get him back in here.” Ichigo smirked evilly.

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Uryuu didn’t know how long it would be until Ichigo came after him. He knew he needed to get this tape off so he could turn the tables on that sneaky Shinigami. His scissors were back in the sewing corning of his sitting room, the knives were all in the kitchen, and he lacked anything sharp in his current hiding place. He knew he was taking a risk hiding under his bed (A/N: western style bed), but Ichigo might consider this too childish for him... or too dirty. That was one thing he didn’t consider and he resolved to dust under here after Ichigo left. Fortunately for him Ichigo hadn’t put a lot of tape on his wrists and with a bit of a painful struggle he managed to get loose.

“Now to get out from under here and find something to bind him with.” Uryuu spoke low and to himself as he crawled out on his stomach feet first. He knew the handcuffs he kept in his sock drawer with their lube would do just fine. However a familiar click and the feeling of cold metal on is ankles told him Ichigo had the same idea.

“I knew you like hiding from me, but I didn’t think you’d actually hide in one of the few dirty places in your apartment.” Ichigo sniggered and pulled Uryuu out the rest of the way by the handcuffs. Uryuu groaned a little, he knew Ichigo had practically won now. He knew he’d wasted what was probably his only chance to be top in this game. He sighed inwardly realizing he did want to see where Ichigo was going to take this, and hoped he wouldn’t regret letting him have his way now though that didn’t mean he wouldn’t put up a fight. He bucked when he felt Ichigo sit down on his waist and fought to keep Ichigo from removing his shirt.

“Still fighting huh? I wouldn’t want you to stop anyway.” Ichigo smirked and finally got the shirt off the uncooperative Quincy. He leaned down and started kissing a trail on the back of his neck down to between his shoulder blades. Uryuu moaned and tried to turn over and get his lips on his Shinigami’s but Ichigo pinned him down and continued to kiss down his back.

“Not yet, I’ve got plans for you before we do that.” Ichigo got off and pulled the archer to his feet. Uryuu knew the key had either been hidden or was on Ichigo’s person, he wouldn’t leave it in the drawer.
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Uryuu found himself back on the kitchen table but on his back this time. Ichigo had taped his wrists to the back of a chair at the head of the table and stripped him to his boxers. He had left his ankles cuffed and the cuffs had a cord tied to the center of the chain the other end of which was tied to one of the table legs restricting his movements. Uryuu was shaking a little and sweating slightly but he ready for this. They’d played this kind of game in the bedroom, on the couch, in the shower, and one time in a closet, but never had they done this or anything like this in the kitchen. He knew this game was going to leave marks. But he didn’t care about that right now, this game was exciting him more than any of the others had, even when he and been the dominant, and he knew tonight would be intense once the game was over. Ichigo approached Uryuu’s head and put his face close to Uryuu’s so that their noses just touched.

“What to do, what to do. I’ve got you right where I want you now Mr. Handy-Crafts. The kitchen has so much potential. How about I use that frosting you had left? I put it in the freezer so it would get nice and cold for you.” Ichigo smirked evilly at the look on Uryuu’s face. It hadn’t been in there long so it wouldn’t be hard, but it would be cold. The archer swallowed and watched as the orange topped blur approached him.

“Ichigo...” Uryuu felt his face stroked and his glasses placed back on his face. Ichigo kissed him once before picking up the icing bag from the table and scanning the slightly toned body of his lover.

“Don’t worry; I won’t put on more than I’ll lick off.” Ichigo stuck his tongue out at the last word and Uryuu blushed. They had yet to play with food like this. Ichigo placed the cold metallic tip to the Quincy’s left nipple. He squirmed under the cold metal and muttered curses under his breath. Ichigo smirked and started decorating the archer’s body. Of course he wouldn’t scream Ichigo knew that, Uryuu wouldn’t give him that pleasure. The archer would squirm and mutter and that was enough to amuse Ichigo.

“You’ve got some kind of ego to write “mine” all over me in frosting Kurosaki.” The archer was clearly becoming aroused from the application.

“You’d rather me draw badly like Rukia? Bunnies and bears and crap?”

“No, but I might let you help me decorate the next cake I make. You’re handling that frosting bag pretty well.” Uryuu’s expression made Ichigo snigger.

“Praise won’t bring the main event any faster. I think that’s enough of this anyway.” Ichigo put the frosting bag in the fridge and approached Uryuu waggling his tongue a little. “Now let’s clean you up.” Ichigo climbed onto the table and leaned down to lick the spot nearest to his lover’s boxers. Uryuu moaned and flexed his bonds a bit as Ichigo teased the area above his waist with his tongue. He continued the kissing, licking, and teasing up toward the archer’s navel. Uryuu moaned and shuddered as a warm tongue entered his navel and swirled in the crevice. Ichigo smirked as he felt the Quincy tense under the attention he was paying the area.

“Ichigo... Stop that... I’ll need...” He wriggled in his bonds trying to get loose, the slimy warmth making his lower regions heat up more. Fortunately his lover stopped when he felt something poke him in the chest.

“Damn Uryuu, I should tease you like this more often. I always had the feeling you like being tied up like this, especially since you don’t fight me more when we aren’t playing like this.” He stroked his aroused lover through the thin material of his handmade boxers and chuckled when Uryuu groaned and bucked against his bonds more. “Let’s lick you clean, then I’ll take care of this problem.” Ichigo finished off the few remaining areas below the frosted nipples. He got on top of the aroused Quincy carefully keeping his body away from his heated parts and took the left nub gently between his teeth and then began to suck and lick the frosting off. He repeated the treatment on the right one and then began to tease both the nipples his already fully aroused lover with his hands and mouth.

“Damn it Kurosaki, quit teasing me you bastard.” Uryuu struggled to grind himself into his strawberry tormentor. Ichigo just laughed and dodged the attempts. “You said you were going to take care of the problem, not make it worse.”

“Fine fine, I’ll take care of the little problem.” Uryuu growled at Ichigo and bucked in his bindings again as the shinigami got off of the table. “Patience is a virtue; I thought you knew that being so big on pride and all that stuff.” His captive huffed in reply and started to attempt to sit up. “Don’t hurt yourself now, I’m just teasing.”

“I lose... my patience... once the arrow... is out of the... quiver...” The archer was panting and straining trying to get off the table and at his lover. “Besides,” Uryuu paused to catch his breath. “We haven’t had time like for almost two weeks.” He laid back down on the table calmer now. Ichigo frowned a little and approached the Quincy.

“I’d forgotten it had been that long. I shouldn’t have teased you so much.” He kissed across his lover’s face and pushed the glasses upward for a moment to kiss him between the eyes. “I’ve been visiting with my family and forgot that you wouldn’t have that kind of distraction. I promise I’ll make it up to you now, and I think I know how...” Ichigo moved toward the other end of the table and discarded his own clothes save his underwear. He reached into his boxers and pulled out the key to the handcuffs and unlocked them. He dropped the cuffs to the floor and climbed onto the table. Uryuu smirked and spread his legs wide; Ichigo smiled back and pulled the Quincy’s boxers off. The archer gasped and moaned as his lover took his manhood halfway into his mouth and began to suck and move his tongue around him in ways that made his toes curl and his heartbeat quicken.

“Damn don’t stop. You stop now and I swear I’ll make you...” Uryuu cried out louder as he felt his cock make contact with the back of Ichigo’s throat. The Shinigami began to hum and Uryuu muttered his name and something incoherent. He pulled his mouth off for a moment and sucked on one of his own fingers. The Quincy didn’t complain as Ichigo inserted the finger into his anus and only returned his mouth to the matter at hand when he found the sweet spot. Uryuu’s eyes were shut and he was muttering incoherent words mixed with swears and pet names. He let out a yell and a shudder passed through his body. Ichigo pulled off just before the salty substance came. He removed his finger and cleaned his lover’s crotch with his tongue.

“Still afraid I’ll make you puke again Kurosaki? I know you enjoy the taste.” Uryuu was giving him the dumbest expression he’d ever seen. He was grinning broader than Ichigo thought was possible, at least for him, and he even looked like he might start drooling...

“You know I can’t get that night out of my head yet, how I’ve managed to quit gagging on you I’ll never know. You’re the one that seems to have the perfect mouth for this. And quit smiling like that, you’re freaking me out.” Ichigo turned his head to the side a bit and stared at the Quincy.

“You rock my world then want me to stop smiling. Am I really that creepy right now? I guess you’re having that affect on me Ichigo. I don’t want to put up any walls around you anymore. I want to feel when I’m with you...” Ichigo leaned forward and kissed him. The two began fighting with their tongues and Ichigo ran his hands through his lover’s soft hair.

“I think I need to untie you now.”

“You sure or do you want to piss me off by throwing flour on my head or something else annoying?” Ichigo smirked at the thought of the angry Quincy cursing him and all his ancestors all the way back to the point they were related to each other, but he felt he’d been angry enough today and now it was his turn for release anyway.

“Nah, I think it is time to pay your couch a visit. Just let me fetch those scissors, I think I used too much tape.” Uryuu groaned and pulled at his wrists a little. He sighed and shook his head.

“If this leaves makes you know I’m going to have a lot to say to you.”

“How is that any different than now?”

“I might not be a willing participate in this for a while.”

“Like you could stand not doing this… Look if it leaves marks I’ll make it up to you ok?” Ichigo came back into the room with the archer’s best scissors. “I promise I won’t cut your wrists.”

“You draw blood and I’m kicking you out and you can forget about me going to that damn party with you. I’ll stay home and start eating that house myself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, and quit acting like I don’t know how to be careful.” He carefully cut the tape away from the chair first, and then proceeded to cut the tape between his lover’s wrists. Uryuu sat up and stretched a little. He sighed and gripped the tape on his left wrist and pulled. He repeated the action on the right wrist and stared at Ichigo. Ichigo took his hands in his and kissed both wrists. There was redness but nothing that looked permanent or scaring. He just hoped that it would be gone by morning or Uryuu wouldn’t let him forget it anytime soon, they did have lined cuffs for this kind of thing.

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A/N: Sorry again for this being so long after Christmas. I actually rewrote the first part of this chapter several times. I’ll try to get the next chapter finished ASAP, hope you enjoyed this first chapter; reviews are welcome whether bad or good.