This is a fluffy multi-chapter hurt/comfort type piece that sort of resolves what happened to Ichigo after all Ulquiorra and Grimmjaw put him through in one of my other stories. It involves totally different characters so I thought it should be submitted as it's own story. It's pretty random and I'll just warn you ahead of time, Ichigo is basically a cum factory in this. I hope that doesn't bother anybody too much but I just couldn't help myself. You can think of it as sort of a smutty epilogue to Instinct (I'd like to think it could be read as a separate piece within the same slightly alternative universe).

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that it took ya this long to figure it out," the twisted voice inside Ichigo's head taunted.

The teen groaned inwardly. "Why me?" he couldn't help asking himself.

"You should be glad it took as long as it did. Actually, it's happen' a lil' sooner than I expected…I think those arancar friends of yers kick started the process for ya."

"You knew this was going to happen and you didn't warn me?" Ichigo was furious and rightfully so. After all the conversations he'd had with his hollow about the condition the arancar sometimes seemed to suffer from, the idea that something similar might happen to him one day never came up.

"I knew you'd get mad at me no matter if I told ya or not. I didn't see any reason to subject myself to your little hissy fits any sooner than I had ta!" he spat.

"Is it gunna be like theirs? Am I just going to see someone and have to have them or practically die trying?" The need and desperation that the hollow described to him sounded less than tolerable for the young man.

"I dunno. I dun think so. We'll just have to see. Maybe you should go talk to someone about this," he suggested.

"Are you kidding? Who could I possible talk to?" Ichigo nearly laughed at the absurdity of the suggestion.

"Ya have those vizard friends of yers. I bet they know a thing or two 'bout it."

Ichigo growled in frustration. "Damn it! This is so stupid! I shouldn't have to deal with this kind of shit in the first place."

"Why my king, you have to realize that this is a package deal."

"This is not what I signed up for." The teen expected a smart ass comeback from the hollow but instead there was silence. Good. That bastard wasn't exactly helping anyway. But now he was back where he started, what the fuck was he supposed to do? If he had a better idea what was in store for him, he could have come up with some options. As it were, he only saw one option. He had to hide out until he knew how this condition would effect him. There was only one place where he could do that, Urahara's underground training facility. The last time he heard, it wasn't being used and if he requested solitude, there was a fair chance he could get just that.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" the hollow chimed in again.

"And I suppose you have a better idea."

"Well, the way that those guys talked 'bout it, you could really hurt yerself if ya try ta ignore it. I say go find someone that meets yer needs and let nature take its course."

"Absolutely not! You know there's no way I would do that!"

"You asked. Not that it matters, yer gunna do whatever ya want anyway, ya always do." The voice fell silent once again.

Well, it was right about one thing, the stubborn teenager did what he wanted in spite of his hollow's warning.

"Why, I'd be more than happy to lend you the use of my facility. Might I ask why?" Urahara fanned himself.

Ichigo had been through this conversation a million times in his head just on the way to the Urahara Shop so he knew the answer. "I need to train."

"What for?"

"My raietsu, I've been told I need to get it under control," he woefully elaborated. It was embarrassing to so easily admit his shortcomings but this admission was much less embarrassing than the more relevant truth.

Urahara chuckled. "Well, that is true. Would you like some help?"

He'd expected such an offer. "No thanks. I'd like to do this by myself." He received an impressed nod in response.

"I see. Well, by all means," he motioned to the trap door. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Just don't bug me, okay?" The young man lifted the door and began down the ladder.

Ichigo's plan was largely successful and would have been wholly so if he had not forgotten one small detail. If he was only attempting to keep his raietsu in check, with enough time, he would eventually make some sort of progress resulting in a reduction in the amount of spiritual pressure felt by others. His condition, and true motive, did much the opposite. In fact, he found that at times, it made his energy fluctuate even more wildly than when he was in the heat of battle.

Much to his surprise, the barrage of unfamiliar feelings and emotions, though overwhelming and increasing in frequency, were not constant or regular. It seemed as though he had greater control over himself than either Grimmjaw or Ulquiorra and that gave him a reasonable level of comfort.

"Maybe it's 'cause ya haven't seen anybody yet," the hollow suggested.

That was a definite possibility but not a theory he was willing to test.

"Yer just a big pussy!" it continued to taunt and much to his dismay, he was largely ignored. He knew that if he could get the soul reaper worked up that something would give but apparently, he was aware of that as well and was doing a fair job of saying calm.

This cyclic thought process and it's accompanying routine of sleeping, training, and masturbating continued for the better part of three days before something did give but it wasn't Ichigo or his hollow. Urahara became curious, worried even, by the young man's lack of progress and, under the impression that he was repeatedly making the same fundamental error, which was often the case, he snuck into his basement to have a look-see.

His concern dissipated slightly as he approached the young man to find that he was engaging in the third activity on the list of things he did while he was taking advantage of the shopkeeper's hospitality. A stupid and lecherous grin grew on his face as he ducked back down into his hiding place. He had to hold his hand over his mouth to suppress the childish giggle that came to his lips. Unable to resist a second glance, especially after having stolen the first so easily, he peered around his stony cover once again. This time, he didn't pull back, he just sat and stared.

The young soul reaper sat on the ground leaning against his sword, as it was firmly planted in the ground. His features were soft; eyes barely closed, lips lightly pursed, breath coming in long, deep draws; while one of his hands moved up and down inside his pants. If the older man hiding only meters away had been in doubts about what the young man was doing, they would have been completely dissipated by the soft moan that the boy emitted when he came in his hand.

Urahara's lips twitched when he realized that he was wishing he'd shown up a few minutes earlier so he could have seen the rest of the show. Then, as though god himself had been listening to his thoughts, Ichigo pulled his pants down off his hips, allowing his bare bottom to rest on the dusty ground as he brought his cum covered hand before his face. He scowled slightly at the substance coating his fingers but tasted the end of his index finger just the same. He gave no discernable reaction to the taste as he set his hand back in lap and began leisurely stroking himself again.

"Round two? Very interesting…" the older man thought as he settled in a little.

Ichigo, in spite of his abilities lacking in the raietsu-sensing department, would have noticed the voyeur, that is, if he hadn't been so preoccupied. As it were, this was his second session that day, after a quick one after he woke up that morning, and he was starting to weary of his near-constant need.

"It's just gunna take more every time, ya know that don' 'cha?" the hollow inside his head reminded.

In actually, his need itself only ever got so bad. It was nearly unbearable, but never more than that. At the same time, his hollow was right. Even though it felt like the same amount of need, it took more to satisfy it with every occurrence. Not that he could bring himself to care too much about that at the moment. Instead he was distracting himself with the feeling of rubbing his own cum into his cock, which seemed to already be harder than before the first time he came. It was thick and made his hand sticky as it slid up and down, squeezing lightly before swirling his thumb around the swollen tip.

He bit his lip and began to wish desperately that it was someone else's hand working him toward climax. Unfortunately, the only other hands he had experience with were those of the arancar that had molested him. With little else to go on, his fantasies unwillingly turned toward those strong, greedy, demanding hands. His thoughts quickly turned to what could happen if he'd found one of them to take his frustrations out on.

"Now there's an idea! They seem more than willin' to help each other out. I bet after all you did for them, they'd be happy ta lend ya a hand," the hollow giggled and began contributing his own images to the fantasy, those of being pinned on the ground and slowly milked of his release over and over until he begged them to stop.

That was enough to send the teen over the edge a second time in the presence of his secret audience, this time groaning loudly as he held himself tight. Urahara nearly gave a sympathetic reaction in response but somehow managed to hold it back. The last thing he needed was to come back up the ladder and have Tessai question him about the stain in his pants. He was just about to sneak off when he heard the teen grumble in a pathetic sort of frustration. He took one last look over the large stone he'd been hiding behind to see that Ichigo was still hard.

"Damn this kid has endurance!" Urahara couldn't help thinking with a slightly greedy smile before something occurred to him. As much as it pained him, Urahara left his hiding spot as stealthily as he'd found it. He had a pretty good idea what the boy's problem was and he knew he wasn't the best person to fix it…at least not by himself.

When he emerged from the trap door, he had been right to be suspicious because Tessai was waiting for him. "Ah, Tessai, I need you to do me a favor," he barely hid his grin.

Shinji arrived later that evening.

"I'm so glad that you could make it on such short notice," Urahara fanned himself.

"Did you tell him that I was coming?"

"No. I thought it would be better if you were to just go talk to him."

"Talk to him…right. You're a terrible liar."

Urahara shrugged and led his old comrade down to the substitute soul reaper. This time, Ichigo was asleep when they found him, making it even easier for them to sneak up on him. They decided to let the young man rest.

"I don't see why you need me for this," Shinji attempted to complain, "It's not like you don't know what to do."

"That may be true but I thought he would take the news a little better if it came from someone with personal experience."

They both knew the shopkeeper was right.

"Besides, I think he trusts you more."

"I can't say that I blame him."

Urahara shifted uncomfortably for a moment before the sounds of Ichigo waking diverted their attention. The orange-haired boy gave a frustrated groan, a sound Urahara recognized.

Shinji stood to get a better look to find that Ichigo appeared to be touching himself. "He certainly doesn't waste time, does he?" he said to his fellow former captain before emerging from their hiding spot. "Oi, Ichigo!" he called with unnecessary volume.

The young vizard nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice. He immediately stopped what he was doing and turned bright red.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something?" he asked knowingly.

"No," he replied coldly. "What do you want?"

Shinji sat down next to Ichigo, "I'm here to help you out."

"I don't need your help," he spat back while his hollow knew exactly what sort of help he could put the blonde to.

"You're a terrible liar too," he informed with feigned bitterness.

Ichigo didn't reply but the blush that seemed to permanently stain his cheeks said more than any words could.

"I know what's happening to you," he informed.

Ichigo shifted. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Shinji rolled his eyes in frustration as he put a thoughtful hand on his young friend's shoulder. The thoughtfulness only lasted a short moment before he pushed the orange-haired boy onto his back. "You can't lie to me about this."

"Get off me! What the hell's the matter with you?"

"Ichigo, haven't you wondered why you've felt so strange for the last couple days?"

The teen glared upward and tried to get away again. "Get your damn hands off me!" He struggled to his feet.

Shinji gave an exasperated sigh.

"You are so smooth!" Urahara chided as he emerged from their hiding spot. He figured he'd better make his entrance before his laughter gave him away.

"Agh! What the hell is going on here? Why are you here too?" Ichigo was enraged.

"Kurosaki-kun, please calm down," the shopkeeper pleaded.

"I knew this wouldn't work. You're still an idiot," Shinji told Urahara as he stood and brushed himself off.

"Ya know what? Never mind. I don't care. I'm leaving!" Ichigo attempted to leave but was quickly stopped when Urahara tripped him with his cane. He face planted and was pinned by the same item pressing between his shoulder blades.

"Just listen to what we have to say and then you can go if you want, okay?" the older looking blonde coaxed.

"It doesn't look like I have much choice…" he grumbled and he was released. "Look, I have a pretty good idea why you're here and," he was cut off at that.

"Ichigo, you don't need to panic. Considering your circumstances, it's quite normal," Shinji elaborated.

"It's because part of me is a hollow," Ichigo continued for him and received looks of absolute incredulity in response. He smirked a little. "You expected me to be totally clueless, didn't you?"

"Well…" Urahara wasn't quite sure how to respond.

"This isn't your first time then. This has happened to you before?" Shinji questioned.

"No…but my hollow mentioned it," he half-lied. "Can I go now?"

"Are you gunna take care of it?" Shinji continued to question.

"That's none of your business."

"I'd like to think it is," the younger-looking blonde shot back.

"Why is that?" Ichigo nearly shouted.

"Because if you are, I'd like to know why you turned me down," he gave a sly grin.

Ichigo tried his best to appear disgusted but Shinji was cute enough that his innuendo made that very difficult. He swallowed hard. "I can't do that to you," he turned away and tried to leave again. Again Urahara's cane made contact with him, this time it was much softer. It traveled up the inside of Ichigo's leg until it reached his erection and gave it a couple of rude nudges.

"But you want to, don't you, Kurosaki-kun."

Ichigo jerked away and blushed even harder. "Damn it! You old pervert, leave me alone." He was going to yell some more but his breath caught in his throat at the feeling of the blonde vizard suddenly behind him.

"You want this. Why are you fighting it so hard?" Shinji nearly whispered into his ear before pressing himself against the soul reaper's back.

"It's…it's wrong," he managed but he could feel hands traveling over his hips. They felt warm and welcoming. Their touch wasn't angry or needy. Rather, it was a nice gentle pressure, enough to make him aware of their presence but not demanding in the least.

"Does it really feel wrong to you?…or are you just saying that because of something that your hollow told you?" One of Shinji's hands moved from Ichigo's hip to his already throbbing erection.

Ichigo was unable to stifle the moan that poured from his lips.

"That's what I thought," he held the boy tight.

Ichigo allowed his eyes to slide shut from the pleasure, if only so he wouldn't ruin the moment by making uncomfortably intense eye contact. What was being done to him now was far more enjoyable than whatever it was that those damned espada did. He found himself melting into the vizard's arms without a second thought.

That worked until Shinji spoke again and this time not to Ichigo, "Kisuke, you idiot, quit staring!"

Ichigo's eyes opened just enough to see the shopkeeper slowly approach them, wiping the blood that dripped from his nose on his sleeve.

Ichigo growled indignantly. "You! This is all your fault! I told you to leave me alone!"

Urahara took the soul reaper's chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted his face to meet his gaze. There was so much heat and pressure barely hidden behind those chocolate eyes that he couldn't help giving him a quick kiss on the nose. "Ichigo, my dear boy, I did this because I was worried about you. You should be glad you have someone as conscientious as me looking out for your better interests." Now he couldn't keep his hands off the orange-haired young man.

Ichigo was absolutely aghast and totally speechless. He wanted to run and hide but his limbs felt like they were made of lead. Their touches made his body tingle and his head spin. Before he knew what was happening he came in his pants, thanks largely to careful attention that Shinji provided. He gave a choked out cry and his knees buckled. They easily caught him and laid him down on the dusty ground. He gave a slight whimper when they began to remove his clothes, Shinji pulling his robes off his shoulders while Urahara went straight for his belt.

Shinji gave a triumphant smile as he finished removing all of Ichigo's clothes above his waist. It quickly turned to a frown when he saw the scar on his shoulder. He traced it with his finger tips. "What's this?"

Ichigo shivered. He knew exactly what the vizard was referring to. "What's what?"

"This scar. Did a hollow bite you?"

He tried not to tense, "Yeah, it was a while ago…" he tried to make it sound like it was nothing and it seemed to work. Shinji simply began placing soft kisses on it and every other little mark on the young man's skin, which was far too many for someone his age. He breathed a sigh of relief when neither of the men molesting him saw fit to say anything about the faint scratch marks that ran down his sides. They simply assumed it was another battle wound. That left one more mark for them to find, one that was much less easily explained, but before he could come up with an excuse, Shinji began toying with one of his nipples, lightly brushing his fingers over it until it hardened and only then rubbing it lightly.

Ichigo gasped at the sensual feelings being afforded him by the two older men. Shinji took that opportunity to turn the substitute soul reaper's head and initiate a nice slow kiss. When Ichigo moaned into his mouth, he held him even tighter, his embrace was strangely protective. He moaned again when the blonde straddling his legs freed his erection. He only pulled his pants down far enough to get to what he absolutely needed before descending on the young man's erection.

With Urahara's parted lips only centimeters from his dripping length, Ichigo gasped and lost himself once again.

"You couldn't have waited just another couple of seconds?" Urahara half-joked.

"I'm glad he didn't," Shinji was quick to defend.

"I'm so sorry," Ichigo managed through his intense embarrassment.

"Don't worry about it," the blonde behind him assured, "he may gripe but look at that smile. He liked it."

Ichigo did look and it appeared that he was right. He'd never seen a more lecherous grin in his entire life and much to his surprise, it turned him on even more. "Try again…" he finally requested.

He didn't need to be asked twice, this time succeeding in enveloping the young man's length and sucking on it for several minutes before he came again, this time in the shopkeeper's mouth. Sometime during that, Ichigo had managed to knock his striped hat off and tangle his fingers in that messy blonde hair.

"Good job, I hate that hat," Shinji complimented.

Ichigo was nearly incoherent at this point.

"Let's give him a break," the blonde vizard suggested.

"Sh-Shinji?" Ichigo weakly called as Urahara withdrew from above his legs.

"Yes, Ichi-kun?"

The teen didn't even notice the nickname, "How much longer?"

"It lasts as long as it lasts. I can say this though, the longer you put it off, the more it takes to get back to normal."

Ichigo grumbled to himself while his hollow reminded that he was the one who said he should go out and get it over with. "What is it, exactly?"

"I don't really know what to call it. It just happens sometimes. If you know what to look for you can just have a good romp and get it out of the way. When you wait, the need builds, compounds. It can pass without help but it's so much easier…and so much more fun if you take care of it this way."

Ichigo blinked in incomprehension. That was not the sort of explanation that he'd been expecting.

Seeing that the substitute soul reaper was out of questions for the time being, he moved from his place behind him and crawled around to face him. "Kisuke, go get us a few things, would you?" he asked sweetly while toying with the bottom hem of Ichigo's right pant leg.

"What do you need?"

"Just a little of this, a little of that. Nothing too extravagant, you know," he waved off his old comrade in favor of returning all of his attention to the orange-haired teen. He looked nervous, but no more so than before. When the shopkeeper left, he began to tug on the bottoms of the soul reaper's robes.

"This doesn't make any sense," Ichigo grabbed Shinji's wrist and pulled him close again.

"Of course it doesn't, it has to do with hollows."

"But that's why it doesn't make sense. Hollows only want one other when they get like this."

Shinji gave him a slightly suspicious look but didn't question the source of the boy's information, "but you aren't a hollow. You are a vizard which means part hollow but primarily shinigami," he ran his fingers lightly across that tan stomach.

Could that be the detail that was making his experience so different? Sure the arancar and vizards were extremely similar but they were different sides of the same coin. Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the older vizard by the collar. "One more question," he looked into the other man's honey eyes.

"What is it?" Shinji rested his hand on Ichigo's leg to balance himself and could feel the soul reaper was practically shaking.

"Why did he get you?"

The blonde cocked an eyebrow and frowned. "I can get someone else," he offered.

"That's not what I said."

"He sent Tessai to the warehouse to see if one of us would mind helping you out. As much as he would have liked to do it himself, he knew you'd rather someone with personal experience to guide you through your first time. I happened to be the first one he came across and I didn't let him get any further. He wanted to go discuss it with the girls…but I wouldn't let him."

It was Ichigo's turn to frown. "Why is that?"

"Because they handle this sort of thing a lot better than we do. They're used to cumming more times than they can count… and they can be downright cruel if they know how bad you want it." His tone spoke of personal experience. "I don't think you're quite ready for that yet."

Ichigo was suddenly glad for the company that found him and pulled him in for a tentative kiss. Shinji couldn't help smiling at the soft pressure on his lips. After all that they'd done to him, and all that was yet to come, it was still as sweet and innocent as any first kiss. Ichigo expected the vizard to pick up again from there and was surprised when only the older man simply kissed back, neither pushing him away nor forcing it to become more. The acceptance of this small advance made Ichigo want more so he used his grip on the blonde's collar to pull him even closer so that their bodies were practically touching with Shinji above the teenager.

That was when the kiss deepened. Ichigo thought that they moved in time to do this but in actuality, he had been the first to press further but Shinji reacted so quickly that he didn't even notice. Slowly, he finally let go of the collar in his grasp and pulled away just enough to catch his breath. His fingers were trembling with the urge to undress the older man. It was more than a little awkward that he was, for all intensive purposes, naked while the other was still fully clothed.

"What's the matter?" Shinji finally asked.

Ichigo blushed again, only then realizing that it had subsided during their intimate contact. "I…I wan-" he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"What do you want?" Shinji didn't miss a beat.

Ichigo looked up in slight shock. He didn't know what to say. It was a little to easy. It felt like some sort of trick. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm here because this is something you shouldn't have to suffer through alone…" there was more but he wasn't sure he should tell the young man, for fear of frightening him off. After all it took to get this far, he didn't want to backpedal, but after the look he saw in those impossibly deep pools of chocolate brown, he felt compelled to continue. "Just tell me what you want…and I'll do everything I can for you."

Ichigo blinked almost stupidly. That wasn't as specific of an answer as he'd been hoping for. "What if I don't know what I want?" his voice was much smaller than he'd hoped.

Shinji smiled warmly. "That's okay too," he replied and initiated another kiss.

Ichigo was squirming inside, wrestling with both the feelings he was experiencing now as well as those from his experiences in Heuco Mundo. It still felt like the same thing to him. The result was the same sort of physical release so why did it feel like the complete opposite? Before he could finish that thought, Ichigo felt his hands raise to the top button of the vizard's collard shirt. He slowly began the process of sightlessly unbuttoning the older man's shirt. Shinji smiled inwardly at the feel of those sweet hands carefully undressing him. He couldn't help thinking about how much self control this young man seemed to have. He didn't remember much about his first experience like this but he did distinctly remember literally tearing his partner's clothes off.

Their tongues battled for a moment before Ichigo again withdrew. "I want to…I mean, can I…can I touch you?"

Ichigo's hands were millimeters from the surface of the blondes fair chest and Shinji could feel the intense heat radiating off of them. "You don't have to ask," he replied with a sly smile as he leaned into the waiting fingertips.

At that the boy was lost. His hands groped almost madly at vizard's torso, making sure not to ignore those perfect little nipples. All the while, his tongue searched and tasted the mouth of the other. The blonde simply wrapped his arms around the young man's strong neck and torso and let him do as he pleased.

Ichigo was only barely realized that he was grinding their hips together before he felt the rush of orgasm start to come upon himself once again. "Sh-ah-Shinji, I'm gunna-" he barely choked out before he felt a strong hand wrap around his length and take him over the edge. His body sagged and he rested his forehead on Shinji's chest, breathing heavily.

The vizard gently planted a kiss on the top of Ichigo's head, in the middle of that unruly orange hair. "He's coming back…be here any second now," he informed and felt the boy beneath him tense. "Do you want me to send him away?" he asked, only able to mask the amusement in his voice by smiling, as he could not be seen.

"Could you do that? Having one person see me like this is bad enough," he grumbled weakly.

"I understand. I'll be back in just a moment, don't go anywhere," he smiled playfully before hurrying to intercept the shopkeeper.