Fanfic: Getaway -- Chapter 1
Title: Getaway -- Chapter 1
Series: Getaway
Genre: AU Bleach -- In darkprism_fics's Monoshizukanohi
Authors: liralen and darkprism_fics
Characters: Urahara and Shuuhei
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, oral, light bondage, bad language
Summary: After a really bad blind date, Shuuhei discovers there's someone closer to home that is interested in him.
Disclaimers: Neither darkprism_fics nor I own or make money off of Bleach.
COMMUNITY DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Authors' Notes: It seems that we have nearly 45,000 words so far on something of a whim, and will be doling this out as we are able. There is already art for this story by the amazing chronomorphosis. You can find it here on Y!Gal.
"Asshole, Renji," Hisagi Shuuhei growled as he yanked open the door into the bar, Glow, and shrugged his shoulders higher as noise rushed to fill his ears and the scents of humanity and food filled his nose. He easily fit into this crowd with his black button-down shirt tucked into dark slacks with gray stripes and black dress shoes. The sleeves of the dress shirt were now rumpled and rolled up over forearms, showing off a timeline of tattoo ink: the old razor wire and the newer coiled snake.
"C'mon...he couldn't have been that bad..." Renji quibbled.
"Trust me. He was." Shuuhei nodded at a blue-haired hostess in Lolita garb and headed straight for the bar. The clack of pool tables combined with the roaring laughter of a group of co-eds from Monoshizukanohi University, and Shuuhei felt a pang, missing his usual Friday night of drinking, playing guitar, and passing out.
In the phone against his ear, Renji babbled excuses, laments, and inventive invective. Shuuhei rolled his eyes.
"You need laid, my friend," Renji proclaimed as Shuuhei reached the bar. Anger boiled quick and hot through Shuuhei's veins, and he replied before he got a handle on volume:
"Fuck you and your ideas of what I need."
The phone slid shut with a decisive click, and Shuuhei scowled. He loved Renji. Really.
Shuuhei repeated that to himself a few times just to make sure he remembered.
"After what I've just been through, I'd take that offer. How was your night?"
Turning to the sound of the voice, Shuuhei frowned. "I'm...I'm sorry?" he asked the tall blond in the dark gray suit and shimmering blue tie; he looked like he'd gotten entirely lost on his way to a corporate banquet. Or possibly his private jet. Or something equally--
Shuuhei blinked. Did a double take. Looked hard at the smoothed hair, the laugh lines around gray eyes, the unusually clean-shaven chin, and memory recalled the familiar voice drunkenly singing along with the rest of the gang in their usual haunt, Deathtoll, after too many rounds of tequila.
"Kis... Kisuke?" Shuuhei squawked.
"At your service, Hisagi." Kisuke said with a smile and another gulp of his beer, the knuckles of his hand rubbing a little pensively against his now smooth jaw line. "Spic and span and nearly melancholy about having gone to such lengths for such terrible results. What brings you out to such refined environs on a Friday night?"
Glad to see a familiar face after such a bad trip of a date, Shuuhei gave Kisuke a wry look. "Escape, mostly," he replied, lips quirking as he stared for probably too long and too hard at Kisuke, but he...he'd shaved for Chrissakes, and that suit fit him far, far better than his usual loose garb. Shuuhei yanked his eyes away from his somewhat elusive companion who was always up for a good battle of wits over several dozen beers but played his cards close to his chest.
"Can I get you something, good sir?" the gray-haired bartender asked Shuuhei.
"Jack and Coke," Shuuhei answered.
"You got it," the man said with a wide smile and one dimple.
Now, why couldn't I have gotten set up with someone like him, Shuuhei bemoaned to himself.
"Escape from what, pray tell?" Kisuke pulled out the bar stool next to him and proffered it to Shuuhei. "You don't seem the type to run away."
"I think it's mostly just me trying to outrun short-term memory," Shuuhei groused as he situated himself on the stool, startling when a drink appeared next to his hand as though by magic. "Just a bad date. Renji's idea." Shuuhei rolled his eyes, tipping his glass and drinking deeply.
"Friends do get intriguing ideas that, I must say, can end up very badly. What did he set you up with?" Kisuke gave a small smile as he took another sip of his beer.
"You heard of Grimmjow? MMA? Crazy hair? Bad attitude?"
"Mm...yes. I have. Middleweight fighter, upcoming fish in the local pond, so far as I know. Seems promising mostly due to an extremely aggressive attitude. His hair...is it actually blue?" Kisuke asked, watching Shuuhei now instead of his drink or the bartender.
"Currently blue and purple," Shuuhei confirmed. "Though didn't exactly check to see if it was au natural. But that 'extremely aggressive attitude?' That's definitely for real." He chuckled.
"Oh my. That sounds...irritating in a date," Kisuke said with a laugh. "Does he talk as much as he does in the ring?"
"Would you believe he does?" Shuuhei asked with mock astonishment. "At volume, even. He's charming for an asshole, I suppose." Shuuhei sighed and shook himself. "And I'm bitching. So." Shuuhei turned on the stool and leaned against the bar, supporting his head with one fist. "You're looking dapper this evening. What's the occasion?"
"Mmm...a social gathering that my dear Yoruichi and Tessai insisted that I go to, and Miss Yoruichi insisted on appropriate clothing and what she called proper hygiene, though I don't think I offend on any basis." Kisuke said with mild distaste.
"Certainly not," Shuuhei managed with all seriousness. "Though it's nice to see all of your face at one time without its usual charming layer of fur."
"Scruff. It's scruff. Charming, roguish, cute scruff. Not fur." Kisuke smiled a smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes.
"I sit, schooled and corrected," Shuuhei quipped, absolutely not thinking anything on the subject of cute and Kisuke or how they obviously went together in the same sentence.
"Social gathering?" Shuuhei inquired.
"Yes." Kisuke looked tempted to leave it at that, but then shrugged. "Well...to put it more bluntly, I was set up in a blind date as well, at Leaf. So I dressed for the occasion and was bored out of my skull by a hospital administrator who was so crisp, cruel, and cold as to make an iceberg look cuddly."
"Sounds like a shitty way to spend an evening," Shuuhei surmised, sipping at his drink and getting entirely lost for a second at the way Kisuke's hair folded neatly behind one ear. He mentally kicked himself.
"Quite. I was listening to your conversation simply so that I might have the munitions by which to beard my own lions when I got home. Though I'll admit that now the evening has become rather more rewarding." Kisuke played with his napkin, long slender fingers folding the soft cloth with unhurried intent. "Was there any particular reason Abarai felt you needed a date?"
Shuuhei took a second before he answered, trying to decipher Kisuke Code. He got as far as bearding lions and just couldn't wrap his brain around anything else.
With another sharp reminder to himself that Kisuke was one of the few straight people left in the City, and it didn't really do any good to think about him at home, out of the suit, and doing anything at all, Shuuhei shook his head once and replied, "He's happy. And he likes to share. Everything. So, he's..." Shuuhei sighed and chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "It's endearing, for Renji, anyway."
Kisuke's gray eyes followed Shuuhei's hand and he bit his lower lip before leaning back in his bar stool. "Happy people do so want everyone around them to be happy as well. Yoruichi is very much like that. I guess that's why she tried to fix me up with Ishida Ryuuken. Rich, smart, and capable of restraining raving lunatics with a single command. Perhaps she thought he'd be appropriate."
"Restraining…Jesus that's kinda...she...wait, what?" Shuuhei said. Eloquently.
Kisuke smiled a near-wistful smile at Shuuhei. "Yes, Yoruichi set me up on a blind date with Uryuu's father."
"Uryuu's...father," Shuuhei repeated slowly. Information quickly assimilated and Shuuhei became reacquainted with the age-old problem of square pegs and round holes. Had Kisuke ever actually said he was straight? Or was that something Ichigo and Renji just assumed? Granted, Kisuke did seem content to watch when Renji tried to pin one or more of them down in a drunken display of aggression, usually just to piss Ichigo off, but Shuuhei always assumed Kisuke was being a good sport.
But more importantly, why in the hell was the idea of Kisuke playing for Shuuhei's team inspiring such tantalizing and utterly distracting heat down south?
Shit…say something…anything…
"I...I had no...idea...that Uryuu's father was, er, dating," Shuuhei said, voice only slightly rougher than normal.
"I wasn't privy to that fact, either, until I showed up at the Leaf, gave the name 'Flynn' to the maître de and there he was, silver-haired and frowning over steel-rimmed glasses." Kisuke sighed. "A pretty sight, to be sure, but not a nut that I wish to crack."
Struggling for his usual decorum when his mind kept flashing OH MY GOD KISUKE'S GAY?!?!?! in red neon, Shuuhei nodded sympathetically. "The way Uryuu speaks of him, he's a...well. Not a nut I'd wish on anyone. Particularly not on a blind date."
"He was...boring, actually. Kept wanting to talk about work, or the latest medical miracle, how to manage hundreds of employees or..." Kisuke waved one hand. "Whatever...nothing like our fascinating conversations at Deathtoll, even with Renji taken, he and Byakuya have an astonishing range given their exclusivity, now."
"That they do," Shuuhei wholeheartedly agreed and happy for the change in subject matter. He finished his drink and thought about another. He might need it. "Get to hear some of the rather intimate details when Renji goes off on a weekend stint tied to Byakuya's headboard and needs somebody to look after Howl." Shuuhei chuckled. "Payment in kind and all that…" He sucked an ice cube out of the glass and swirled it into one cheek.
Kisuke laughed and then tilted his head. "Would you wish for weekends like that?"
Shuuhei bit the ice cube in two. Maybe...maybe he should skip the Coke in the next drink. He swallowed and looked at Kisuke, appraisingly. The blond's expression gave absolutely nothing away, and Shuuhei couldn't tell if this was theoretical or something else.
Nah, couldn't be, Shuuhei thought. Kisuke'd never shown a second's interest in…or…well, okay, had he? Shuuhei realized with a start that he just didn't bloody know.
Another drink. Definitely.
"Well…wouldn't anyone?" Shuuhei replied slowly and evenly. "Weekend with a hot, responsive partner there to help you fulfill fantasies?" Shuuhei smiled, a tilt of the corners of his mouth. "I've had worse."
"As have we all," Kisuke smiled, eyes hooding for a moment, as he looked at his near-empty beer. He beckoned to the very attentive barkeeper and smiled, "May I please have a bottled Guinness?"
"Of course you may," the bartender said immediately, and Shuuhei frowned, trying to keep up with all the new information flowing around him like class five rapids and not noticing the bartender had been so close. The man ambled off, presumably in the direction of bottled beer.
Kisuke tilted his head again, giving his full attention to Shuuhei. "Well, would you like to go then? Kuchiki and I might reach a sort of understanding, if you wished to visit his country estate with me. I understand he has more than just the master bedroom equipped with sturdy supports. It would certainly improve this weekend."
"Go. With you. To Byakuya's. Country estate. Where there are. Supports?" Shuuhei repeated, the mental images assaulting logic and reason with large, blunt objects.
"Probably a chest or two of toys as well, knowing the way Byakuya thinks," Kisuke said with a sigh and a challenging look at Shuuhei. "And if you don't mind too much, I'd appreciate it if you decided before the barkeeper comes back."
Shuuhei blinked. "I'm...sorry? I'm still stuck back on you being..." He frowned; sighed. Images of the god-awful date and yelling at Renji filled his brain. He couldn't believe his best friend thought that blue-haired asshole would actually be a match. It was preposterous.
Almost as insane as finding a well-groomed and suddenly gay Kisuke at a bar in the Fashion District, and getting offered a weekend of who the fuck knew. He knew the stories about Byakuya: the man was a freak among freaks in all the fun ways. Shuuhei's eyes got a little wider as he thought about Kisuke in those same terms.
Goddamn…it really is all the quiet ones…
Shuuhei shifted on the stool, thinking fast. Kisuke was a friend: Shuuhei liked and trusted him. Had definitely thought about him naked. Maybe naked and moaning once or twice for good masturbation measure, but the whole night was so damned absurd that obviously he was dreaming and logic dictated that Shuuhei do the wise, appropriate thing, here…
"Oh fuck why not?" Shuuhei said in a rush.
"Good. I like decisive men," Kisuke said with a smile. "I'll just need a minute to take care of my stout, the check for both of us, a few phone calls, and are you parked where you can leave your transportation?"
"Er, y-yeah," Shuuhei said. Things were moving at roughly six times light speed, here, and Shuuhei struggled to keep up. Unlike him, really, but apparently Kisuke was unexpectedly talented in knocking the wind out of one's lungs.
"Good then." Kisuke turned his back on Shuuhei and made a phone call where the key words seemed to be 'hunting lodge' and 'yes, I'll have that to you tonight' and 'thank you, very much for your consideration, sir'. Kisuke then took the phone from his ear to give Shuuhei a smile and the bartender a nod as he came back with his drink, and then there was another conversation that summed up as 'pick up in ten minutes at Glow'.
"Quick shot for the road?" the bartender asked, and Shuuhei looked at him, noticing his eyes didn't match -- one was brown, the other blue.
"I'm good, thanks," Shuuhei replied.
"Wit over liquid courage, hm?" the bartender asked.
Shuuhei's eyebrows went up and down in acknowledgement, and, chuckling, the bartender moved away with a purposeful stride. Shuuhei turned to watch Kisuke finish up his phone calls and picked up his glass, drinking down the dark brew as if it were mother's milk. He grinned a quick flash of a grin at the bartender when he wandered back with the bill, and laid cash on the folder. When the man left with the money, Kisuke said briskly, "Would you like to come with me to get a few things for the weekend in the shops here? Would be quicker than going all the way home, and might be fun to splurge a little, if you wish. My treat?"
Shuuhei laughed, feeling a little like a misplaced extra in a kinkier version of Indecent Proposal. "Treat," he said. "Right. Well, it would be faster...and you're probably dying to get out of that suit." Shuuhei lowered his voice for Kisuke's ears. "Though you make it look damned good."
Kisuke struck a preening pose for just a moment before making a face and laughing. "Yes, I guess it is obvious that I would rather be in my flip flops, hat, and Hawaiian shirt, though I can't imagine James offering such atrocities. Though I'm fairly certain that any shop that offers toothbrushes will also supply an appropriate shirt for my needs."
"Rite Aid, here we come," Shuuhei said good-naturedly as he got up and started walking with Kisuke toward the door.
Kisuke laughed and held the door for Shuuhei, who mocked a bow before walking outside. The limo was already parked on the curb, and Kisuke casually walked over to tell the driver to wait. Shuuhei followed the movement of Kisuke's ass, felt bad about it for half a second, wondered what in the hell was going on here and why he was agreeable, and then decided not to worry about it as he went with Kisuke to various stores in quick succession.
Shuuhei put up a decent protest when Kisuke insisted on far nicer clothes at James than Shuuhei would have ever bought himself, and he actually blushed when the clerks found the entire tirade very amusing. Shuuhei threw his hands up in the air after Kisuke started to compose an impromptu sonnet to how one particular shirt would match the dark color of Shuuhei's eyes.
"Just buy the goddamned thing, then," Shuuhei laughed, and Kisuke obliged.
Rite Aid -- always just around the next corner, it seemed -- had everything else they needed: including a very bad Hawaiian shirt or two. Shuuhei winced when Kisuke picked out a yellow one, put it back forcefully, and grabbed sky blue instead.
"Renji would kill me if I let you buy cirrhosis yellow," Shuuhei explained calmly, and Kisuke seemed amenable to that logic.
Purchases complete, bags in hand, and nicely dazed feeling settling over his body, Shuuhei followed Kisuke back toward the limo.
Kisuke grinned as Shuuhei opened the door for him, and he ducked in to hand over a slip of paper with the address of the Kuchiki estate. "Take us here, please. There's no rush, but I'd prefer it if we had our privacy."
"Yes, sir," chirped the woman driver, and smoked glass came up between her and the passenger area.
Kisuke climbed the rest of the way into the nicely appointed car, and slouched happily on the leather seat. Shuuhei climbed in and closed the door after him, sighing and wiping his hands on his pants and wondering what in the hell came next.
"Kuchiki's estate," Shuuhei mused, more for something to say. "Didn't know he had one."
"He has a nice hunting lodge in the mountains, complete with horses and staff, though I suspect he goes more often for the foliage, which demands nothing but contemplation, rather than the social business gatherings he used to have there. He also has a castle he bought in Wales, but that is his European base when he's out there on business. Both are in his name rather than the corporation's,, but they were both set up more for the sake of business. So perhaps it is understandable that you don't know about them," Kisuke said thoughtfully. "The staff at the lodge like me as I'm easy to take care of, and the cook there makes an excellent stuffed French Toast. So I enjoy it when I can."
Shuuhei rubbed the back of his neck. "Renji's been holding out on me." He chuckled, reminding himself that despite everything that had transpired thus far tonight, this was still just Kisuke, and Shuuhei really did like the guy. He settled into the seat, eyes glancing out the window to watch lights and buildings pass.
Quietly, Kisuke reached over and gently ran a fingertip up Shuuhei's hand to a wrist laced in colors. "How long have you been doing this?"
"Doing what?" Shuuhei asked, eyes going down to stare at the point of touch, unsure if Kisuke meant riding in the backs of limos -- about ten minutes -- or screwing men -- about ten years.
"Tattoos. Did you ink your own skin?"
"Oh," Shuuhei said, and laughed at himself. "Yeah, I did. Still do -- refresh an outline, that sort of thing." Shuuhei slowly turned his hand over, palm open. "This was the first one," Shuuhei said, pointing to a series of black stars purposely shaded to fade in a circle on the inside of his left wrist.
"You are quite the artist," Kisuke said reflectively, fingertips gently exploring the stars and then the sweep of the circle. "Would you mind..." He bit his lip and then laughed, "I guess I'm looking forward to seeing what else you've etched on your skin. Abarai's are magnificent, but he's rather more forthcoming with the reveals, especially when hunting some pretty thing in the baths at the gym."
Shuuhei snorted. "I'm not so…obvious," he said, going quiet for a second as Kisuke traced the points of a star in a distracting sort of way.
"But I like what I did to Renji," Shuuhei murmured, hand flexing beneath Kisuke's touch. "It's good for tribal, even if it did take me a couple tries to get a couple of them right in the earlier days." Shuuhei looked at Kisuke, smirk toying across his lips. "For practice, I did some in that kind of pattern around my hipbones."
"Mm..." Kisuke gave a soft hum of appreciation.
Shuuhei's gaze wandered over Kisuke's face, down his neck, and over the slope of one shoulder. He sat forward, half-turning in the seat. "This one's a favorite," Shuuhei said, undoing one button of his shirt to slide the fabric to the side. A dark green lizard slithered over Shuuhei's collar bone, head toward his neck and eyes bright. Shuuhei leaned close so Kisuke could see.
"Didn't do it, though...impossible…angle." Shuuhei said, head tilting, heart beating a little faster and gaze watchful.
Kisuke leaned in, silver eyes nearly as bright as the lizard's as he glanced up at Shuuhei before breathing softly over the skin of Shuuhei's collarbones. "Who did it for you?"
"Friend of mine who taught me shading techniques," Shuuhei murmured, one hand coming up to rest lightly on Kisuke's knee. Kisuke smiled and leaned just that inch further, warm lips lightly brushing the lizard's back and tail, tongue a slender, slick cool trail between. "Mm... sweetly done."
"Glad you like it," Shuuhei replied, fingers squeezing Kisuke's leg. "It's always the unexpected ones that turn out so well."
Kisuke smiled again and moved to lean quietly against Shuuhei's side and slouched so that he could rest his head against Shuuhei's shoulder. "Indeed. I am glad that this night has turned out far more interesting than I had anticipated, and all the more surprising to find this with a friend."
Moving slowly so as not to dislodge Kisuke, Shuuhei shifted back to lean against the seat, urging Kisuke to go with him with one hand. "I have to say the night's going unexpected places..." Shuuhei said softly, arm sliding about Kisuke, any bare skin tingling from the touch. "Didn't know any of this about you. I'm...happy you..." Shuuhei thought about it. "I'm happy you trust me."
"A very rare commodity," Kisuke quipped lightly, relaxing into the contact. "Trust, affection, fondness, companionship, and the enticingly rare ability not to crow over conquests. We've talked and drank together and sympathized over our friends for years, you've earned a bit more honesty than most, my friend."
"Aw, Kisuke...I didn't know you cared," Shuuhei said. His free hand came up to touch and trace the thick hair tucked behind Kisuke's ear. "Really," he said, voice quieter and more serious. "I didn't..."
"Maybe I don't," Kisuke said as quietly, eyes flickering away but then back to gaze steadily at Shuuhei.
Shuuhei's fingers stilled for a second and then went back to memorizing texture. "I - I do. I wouldn't have agreed to come with you if I didn't."
Kisuke looked up, eyes widening. His mouth twisted with something like pain, and then he nodded. "No, you wouldn't have, and here I am lost in the fields of desire, unable to see the lines of morality. I want to be with you, and I like and trust you. But, to be fair, I do not really know what care is, especially once I have a goal in mind; but I'll try my best with you."
Shuuhei shrugged one shoulder, considering. "That's more than I would know to ask of you. I'm..." Shuuhei chuckled. "Good to be here. For now."
"That will have to be good enough, and a bridge, perhaps, to more." Kisuke leaned forward and kissed Shuuhei gently.
Shuuhei groaned, half in shock and half in undiluted anticipation, and tilted his head to answer Kisuke's kiss and deepen it. Both hands flexed on Kisuke's body, and he pulled Kisuke closer as his breathing quickened. Kisuke opened his mouth more to Shuuhei's kiss, tongue tip lightly teasing Shuuhei's lips as his hands slid around Shuuhei's torso and clung.
Shuuhei's touch moved from Kisuke's hip to his belt with single-minded purpose, the need he felt in Kisuke making his tongue slide faster against the blond's and his arm and hand hold the man tighter. Kisuke gave a soft groan, and he sucked on Shuuhei's tongue even as his hands opened to smooth against Shuuhei's back.
With a low sound of appreciative lust, Shuuhei got belt and fly undone. He pushed the jacket away, the shirt up and other cloth aside, sliding his hand along Kisuke's skin and teasing his fingertips over Kisuke's cock. Shuuhei watched as Kisuke's head went back and he slowed just before he was able to set the back of his head against the top of the door. Kisuke got his shoulders up against the window and then grinned as his hips moved up into the teasing touch.
"Mm...definitely more interesting activities," Kisuke murmured.
Shuuhei almost smiled, fingers still playing as he reached for Kisuke and spread his legs on the seat. "C'mere..." he husked and pulled Kisuke back to him, situated him between spread thighs. One hand teased and toyed along Kisuke's length, the other moved up behind Kisuke's neck, pulling him close and then closer for another kiss. Kisuke closed his eyes, turned his head to Shuuhei's gentle pressure and kissed back hungrily, mouth eager with just the edge of teeth and light caress of tongue. His body pressed against Shuuhei's and he slid his hands under Shuuhei's thighs.
Quiet noises escaped Shuuhei's throat as he tasted a man he never thought he'd ever get to kiss. His arm wrapped around and held Kisuke against him, fingers finally circling around Kisuke and stroking once without purpose or plan; merely feeling skin. Kisuke pulled a quick breath in through his nose and then rumbled a soft appreciative sound, his hands tightening on Shuuhei's thighs as his own hips rolled after the touch.
"Kisuke," Shuuhei whispered, breaking the kiss to bend and work again at the other man's throat: raining hard presses of mouth and tongue along the skin and feeling dizzy, lucky, good. Shuuhei's free hand came up and turned Kisuke's head, gently, giving himself room to work and something to hold while the hand wrapped around Kisuke's cock began to stoke, slow and sure.
Panting softly, Kisuke tilted his head back onto Shuuhei's shoulder, and his hips rolled with each touch, muscles gradually tightening so that his motions started brushing Shuuhei's groin even as his hands kneaded Shuuhei's thighs. The friction made Shuuhei's breath stutter over Kisuke's throat, and he brought his hand up to his mouth, unceremoniously coating it with saliva before returning it to swirl over the head of Kisuke's cock and down the length.
A slow groan, low and reluctant dragged from Kisuke's mouth, as his body bucked up into the firmer strokes. He chuckled breathlessly and whispered, "Now you're making me rethink this damned societal armor as well...getting a hand job while in a full suit is something every man should experience."
Shuuhei coughed a laugh and bit Kisuke's neck, brief and hard. "Ya know, if you can still talk like that, then maybe you need to experience the blow job in a full suit." Shuuhei shook his head and licked the bite mark. "Societal...fuckin' armor...eeesh..."
Laughing, Kisuke purred softly, "Maybe I do."
Shuuhei licked Kisuke's ear, making the blond man twist with a bitten-off moan. "Maybe..." Shuuhei husked. "Is that a, 'Please suck me, Shuuhei?' I just heard?"
"Oh, it could well be, Mr. Hisagi." Kisuke murmured. "It might even have been a 'Please, Mr. Hisagi, would you go down on me and make me twist, lose my mind, and shout for Heaven's sake let me come' that I said. Perhaps. Though if you do wish for a more simple plea, then yes, please, do suck my cock, Shuuhei."
Shuuhei's brain ceased to work for several redlining seconds, and he swallowed. Hard. Then he recovered enough to lick Kisuke's ear again. "I think we could work something out...yeah..." he said, voice a near growl. "Move over into the other seat, Kisuke."
Shifting to comply, Kisuke started pulling off his coat, and Shuuhei thought fast. "Wait," he said quietly. Shuuhei swallowed, eying Kisuke's coat as it slid off his shoulders and stopped around his elbows.
"Hm?" Kisuke asked and, seeing where Shuuhei's gaze lay, he chuckled and pulled against the cloth restraining his elbows behind his back. His shoulders and throat muscles suddenly came in to relief, and he sat back. "You like that?" Kisuke husked softly.
"Yeah," Shuuhei answered, sliding off the seat to kneel in front of Kisuke, eyes intent as he considered, nerves losing to heat in a swift internal battle. "I could...just..."
With a quick glance up at Kisuke, Shuuhei wet his lips and leaned to reach behind the blond man and got his hands around the sleeves of the coat. He tied them off in a simple knot, and then grabbed the ends of the coat to tangle them up and over in a loose wrap. If Kisuke struggled it'd all come undone, but Shuuhei's breath caught when he squeezed Kisuke's hands and felt Kisuke clutch back at the touch before slipping away against the fabric.
Kisuke groaned softly, something relaxing in his entire stance, his legs opening to Shuuhei's presence, and Kisuke began to pant. "You have...and I like that. Please do...proceed...as you wish."
Shuuhei shuddered, wondering at himself, the night, the everything and then resolutely not giving a flying fuck as he settled between Kisuke's legs. One hand twisted the fabric of the coat tighter, the other came down to squeeze Kisuke's inner thigh, and he bent his head down to lap at the head of Kisuke's cock. The bound man bit his lip as his body jerked and he strangled off a shout, even as his cock, already standing to attention, went hard under Shuuhei's tongue, drops of precum oozing from the tip. His head went back against the seat, and the thigh under Shuuhei's grip hardened and quivered.
"Oh yeah," Shuuhei breathed, fingers moving to steady Kisuke's base. He kissed and sucked hard to taste the liquid pooling and running from Kisuke's slit, and swirled his tongue while his hand began to stroke: steady and loose. A low moan escaped Kisuke's tightened lips, and his hips began to move to the rhythm of Shuuhei's hand, the breath coming hard through Kisuke's nose until he finally gave up. Kisuke panted, and each breath was linked to Shuuhei's strokes and ended with a soft note of need.
Every sound sizzled down Shuuhei's spine, cock hard and sweat forming beneath his clothes. He moaned and moved to cover Kisuke's cock with his mouth and slid down, lips wet and tight, tongue digging and undulating, and hand slowing as it met the ring of his lips and he forced Kisuke against the roof of his mouth and into his throat.
Muffling a cry with a bitten lip, Kisuke twisted and bucked, and coat cloth tensed as he strained against the lock on his elbows. He then whispered, nearly hissing, "Shuuhei...that's...gah... good..."
Thank God, Shuuhei thought to himself, shuddering and feeling a surge of pride that he had Kisuke twisting and trying to be quiet. There was nothing better than having a man by the balls...or the cock, in this case. And with his arms bound like that…
Shuuhei's shoulders rocked again as heat lanced through his gut. Working his throat in a deliberate swallow, Shuuhei pulled back to slide down again, making Kisuke jerk. Shuuhei's lips tightened and his brow furrowed in annoyance as Kisuke's tie fell to brush Shuuhei's cheek.
Tie…
Rolling his eyes up he saw the lip captured between Kisuke's teeth and slid down again, contemplating ways to do what Kisuke asked: get him out of his mind. Bringing his head up from the back of the seat, Kisuke looked back at Shuuhei, blushing and panting.
Thinking and working his mouth and tongue, Shuuhei let go of Kisuke's cock to push his hand beneath the blond's shirt, yanking buttons undone as he went so he could trace over the muscles of Kisuke's abdomen. He hummed appreciatively as he found hard lines, definition, and soft, heated skin. Shuuhei groaned as he thought about how good Kisuke might look sans all his clothing, and then he refocused to move his other hand up to the knot of the tie, slightly loose about Kisuke's neck.
Muscles trembling, Kisuke gasped and curled in toward the touch, and the motion made his cock move in Shuuhei's mouth. "Your tongue...oh, gods of sea and air...what are you...uhh...doing there?"
Shuuhei almost dropped his hand at the question, doubt a flash-fire, but then he thought about how enticing an incoherent Kisuke would be; enticing and really fucking rare. He heard Kisuke's plea again and the idea nudged harder at Shuuhei's lust and curiosity.
Coming off Kisuke's cock, Shuuhei purposefully dragged his teeth with the faintest of scrapes to a high whine from Kisuke and another twist of his body before grunting when Shuuhei lapped once at the head.
"Something useful," Shuuhei murmured, both hands undoing the tie with deft efficiency.
"U...u...useful? What..." Kisuke obviously took another breath just to try and get control of his panting again. "What utility might that bit of cloth have?"
Shuuhei's head tilted as he pulled the tie free, shivering at the sound it made. "I think it'd look good between your teeth," Shuuhei said quietly, eyes on Kisuke's mouth. "Spare your lip..." He reached to brush his thumb over the abused bit of soft skin.
Kisuke's eyes grew wide, and Shuuhei's heart threatened to stop, but then he smiled as his head bent to kiss Shuuhei's thumb, eyes hooding once again. When he looked up the look was cool and quiet.
"That would be very useful indeed. Please do." Kisuke's gaze returned to the strip of cloth in Shuuhei's hand, and he opened his mouth.
Fumbling for grace and barely finding it, Shuuhei pushed off the floor of the car, put one knee on the seat, loomed over the other man, and got the tie between Kisuke's lips. He was breathing hard as he made the knot over Kisuke's thick hair, and he stroked his fingers along Kisuke's jaw when he was done, other hand cradling the back of Kisuke's head.
Leaning into the touches, Kisuke's body rolled, his cock standing at attention over the just-undone dress pants, and shoulders tensing again against the coat, bare abs and chest coming into sharp relief. His eyes, now blown black, watched Shuuhei without the reservation he'd taken on when he'd opened his mouth, and something hungry, nearly desperate, lurked in the shadows.
"Nnngh..." Shuuhei half-moaned and he leaned down to kiss the fabric of the tie before falling down onto his knees. In one smooth motion, Kisuke's cock was in Shuuhei's hand and back in his mouth, tongue glancing over the slit before flicking against the underside of the head. This time, Kisuke groaned into the makeshift gag as his cock twitched and filled fast. Every muscle in the blond's body tensed, shifted as his eyes closed completely and his head went back.
Shuuhei watched Kisuke and then his gaze dulled as he set to work. One hand caressing over Kisuke's skin, feeling muscles move, and the other helped his mouth: it stroked the lower third of Kisuke's cock while Shuuhei bobbed down and then back up, turning and twisting his head and lips in a spiral over the rigid flesh. With a restless cry Kisuke thrashed his head to the right and then the left, his pulse throbbing under the skin of his cock. Muscles tightened under Shuuhei's touch, and Kisuke bucked, half-helpless and whimpering, into the steady rhythm of hand and mouth.
Grunting once and sighing harshly through his nose, Shuuhei repeated the move twice more, slowly, and when Kisuke bucked into his mouth again, Shuuhei let him slide deep and swallowed him down, hand finding a nipple to toy with, gently squeezing. Kisuke's body arched, thrashed, and forgot to breathe for a long moment before Kisuke grunted and came, hips pushing three more times as his cock pulsed and sounds like muffled sobs escaped around the gag.
With a toned sound caught between satisfaction and need, Shuuhei let Kisuke move as he wanted between his lips. He swallowed, gently lapping, and finally pulled away to pant, forehead on Kisuke's thigh. One hand reached behind Kisuke and jerked on the jacket, untying it easily with one pull. Kisuke helped, giving the jacket two hard yanks, but then lay back, closing his eyes for a long moment before opening them to smoothly and gently pull the jacket off his arms. He then stroked Shuuhei's hair once before reaching up for the makeshift gag, long fingers teasing out the knot.
Shuuhei swallowed.
I just blew Urahara Kisuke while he was sort of tied up and kind of gagged in the back of a fucking limo on the way to some hunting estate that Renji's boyfriend apparently owns.
Circumstances were definitely out of Shuuhei's norm, but he turned his head into the brush of Kisuke's hand. He was hard enough to hurt, and more than a little sure he'd be seeing Kisuke's face every time he jacked off for the next month, the sound of Kisuke coming providing the soundtrack.
Wrapping the tie about his fingers to slip it into his pocket, Kisuke buttoned up his shirt, gently tucked himself back into his pants, and fastened them before running his fingers through Shuuhei's spiky hair again. He swallowed and licked his lips before he said softly, "Thank you, very much. I hope I can return the favor, perhaps with interest, once we're safely settled at the house."
Shuuhei cleared his throat and got up to sit down hard onto the leather seat next to Kisuke, wincing as he raised his hips and readjusted his pants. He blew out a puff of air and ran his hand through his hair, looking at Kisuke.
"You're...welcome." Shuuhei managed to make it a statement, not a question. "Can I..." Shuuhei closed his mouth, rolled his eyes, heard Renji laughing at him, and shook his head, smiling ruefully. "Welcome."
Leaning forward, Kisuke kissed Shuuhei gently, a light stroke of his tongue on Shuuhei's lips. He broke the kiss to murmur, "What do you wish, Shuuhei?"
It was so damned weird and amazing to have Kisuke this close and asking such things, and Shuuhei smiled before his expression softened. He kissed Kisuke again, marveling at the feel of the other man's mouth and how good everything felt.
"Just thought I could, dunno...hold you or something until we get wherever we're going. If that's...all right?" The words were hard to say, but it was what he, well, wished and wanted.
"Of course, I would enjoy that as well." Sighing, Kisuke turned so that he could lean against Shuuhei's shoulder, and he seemed far more relaxed than earlier. That went a long way to make Shuuhei feel at ease, and he turned to let Kisuke rest on his chest, sliding his arms around Kisuke to pull him close. He nosed and breathed Kisuke's hair, trying hard not to think about anything -- from pulsing cock to the fact that the only thing out the windows was trees and a whole lot of nothing.
They passed the rest of the journey in silence, Shuuhei not knowing what to say and Kisuke seemingly content where he was. Shuuhei noted when the tires went from road to driveway, the difference subtle but perceptible. He watched out the window and when the car turned, he saw the looming shape of a large house perched on top of a gentle hill. He saw chimneys in silhouette and carefully maintained trees. There were no lights, no nothing, and nerves licked at Shuuhei's insides for all sorts of reasons.
I have got to stop reading Stephen King.
"Ah. Here we are." Kisuke leaned back and moved forward to tap at the darkened partition between the driver and their compartment. The partition rolled down.
"Please take us to the side door, off the kitchen to the left of the main house." The driver nodded and pulled slowly across the driveway, gravel crunching as Kisuke moved back next to Shuuhei.
"Even if Byakuya called ahead, it'll be easier on everyone to go through the servant's entrance, as the main hall's rather forbidding. Besides, we might be able to sneak a snack, if you wish fortification?"
Shuuhei nodded. "Sure. Food sounds good. Didn't actually get to the eating portion of my dinner earlier."
"Mm..." Kisuke hummed. "I'd forgotten just how badly your evening began. I shall do my best to make it up to you, even if Mrs. Kinny has already gone to bed."
Shuuhei said nothing, feeling unsure of himself and the situation but also curious at Kisuke's ideas of "making up" the evening to Shuuhei.
The car pulled up to a door under a pool of sodium yellow light, cast by a security lamp over the doorway. Kisuke got out, and Shuuhei followed suit, remembering to grab their packages. He watched Kisuke go over to the driver's window and hand over enough payment and tip to win a smile and a wave before the limo pulled smoothly around and left, red lights bright in the darkness beyond.
And now for the omake:
A Note From RP Insanity, A Division of Demented, Inc.!
Howdy, ya'll. Note from your Demented Tour Guide, darkprism_fics, here! In the Monoshizukanohi world, Shuuhei's a tattoo artist who works for his friend Ray Cee and also with Renji at the redhead's clothing store, Howl. Kisuke owns a chain of grocery stores. The late-night giggling and negotiation over gin & Bailey's (my gin, her Bailey's) between liralen & I went something like this…
Me: I. Need. Fun.
Liralen: Yes. Yes, you do.
Me: So do you.
Liralen: Uhm…okay?
Me: Well, we're only working on three novels, our own fanfiction and original stories, so OBVIOUSLY we have time. 24 hours in a day and all that… Hm…RP?
Liralen: YES!
Me: Monoshizukanohi? Bleach boys…uhm…Shuuhei?
Liralen: AND URAHARA!
Me: Ooooh yeah, baby! And they just had…
Liralen: Bad dates!
Me: So they meet up in…
Liralen: Glow! With Kakashi!
Me: And then we could send them off to the countryside…out of the city…
Liralen: To Byakuya's country estate!
Me: So Shuuhei could finally compete with Renji's stories about his kink-ass time with Byakuya, learn the ropes, and get to kiss…Urahara…
Liralen: Who's straight?
Me: Only on the surface.
Liralen: Naturally.
Me: Ooh…it'll be fun to get Kisuke all tied up and-
Liralen: *quirk* Kisuke…? Tied…up?
Me: … … OH GODDAMIT!
Liralen: *giggling like mad*
Me: FINE! BUT I'M TYING HIM UP IN THE LIMO AND BLOWING HIM!
Liralen: Please do?
Me: *grumble giggle snort* … <3
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Series: Getaway
Genre: AU Bleach -- In darkprism_fics's Monoshizukanohi
Authors: liralen and darkprism_fics
Characters: Urahara and Shuuhei
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, oral, light bondage, bad language
Summary: After a really bad blind date, Shuuhei discovers there's someone closer to home that is interested in him.
Disclaimers: Neither darkprism_fics nor I own or make money off of Bleach.
COMMUNITY DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted in sexual situations in this post/fanfiction/fanart (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Authors' Notes: It seems that we have nearly 45,000 words so far on something of a whim, and will be doling this out as we are able. There is already art for this story by the amazing chronomorphosis. You can find it here on Y!Gal.
"Asshole, Renji," Hisagi Shuuhei growled as he yanked open the door into the bar, Glow, and shrugged his shoulders higher as noise rushed to fill his ears and the scents of humanity and food filled his nose. He easily fit into this crowd with his black button-down shirt tucked into dark slacks with gray stripes and black dress shoes. The sleeves of the dress shirt were now rumpled and rolled up over forearms, showing off a timeline of tattoo ink: the old razor wire and the newer coiled snake.
"C'mon...he couldn't have been that bad..." Renji quibbled.
"Trust me. He was." Shuuhei nodded at a blue-haired hostess in Lolita garb and headed straight for the bar. The clack of pool tables combined with the roaring laughter of a group of co-eds from Monoshizukanohi University, and Shuuhei felt a pang, missing his usual Friday night of drinking, playing guitar, and passing out.
In the phone against his ear, Renji babbled excuses, laments, and inventive invective. Shuuhei rolled his eyes.
"You need laid, my friend," Renji proclaimed as Shuuhei reached the bar. Anger boiled quick and hot through Shuuhei's veins, and he replied before he got a handle on volume:
"Fuck you and your ideas of what I need."
The phone slid shut with a decisive click, and Shuuhei scowled. He loved Renji. Really.
Shuuhei repeated that to himself a few times just to make sure he remembered.
"After what I've just been through, I'd take that offer. How was your night?"
Turning to the sound of the voice, Shuuhei frowned. "I'm...I'm sorry?" he asked the tall blond in the dark gray suit and shimmering blue tie; he looked like he'd gotten entirely lost on his way to a corporate banquet. Or possibly his private jet. Or something equally--
Shuuhei blinked. Did a double take. Looked hard at the smoothed hair, the laugh lines around gray eyes, the unusually clean-shaven chin, and memory recalled the familiar voice drunkenly singing along with the rest of the gang in their usual haunt, Deathtoll, after too many rounds of tequila.
"Kis... Kisuke?" Shuuhei squawked.
"At your service, Hisagi." Kisuke said with a smile and another gulp of his beer, the knuckles of his hand rubbing a little pensively against his now smooth jaw line. "Spic and span and nearly melancholy about having gone to such lengths for such terrible results. What brings you out to such refined environs on a Friday night?"
Glad to see a familiar face after such a bad trip of a date, Shuuhei gave Kisuke a wry look. "Escape, mostly," he replied, lips quirking as he stared for probably too long and too hard at Kisuke, but he...he'd shaved for Chrissakes, and that suit fit him far, far better than his usual loose garb. Shuuhei yanked his eyes away from his somewhat elusive companion who was always up for a good battle of wits over several dozen beers but played his cards close to his chest.
"Can I get you something, good sir?" the gray-haired bartender asked Shuuhei.
"Jack and Coke," Shuuhei answered.
"You got it," the man said with a wide smile and one dimple.
Now, why couldn't I have gotten set up with someone like him, Shuuhei bemoaned to himself.
"Escape from what, pray tell?" Kisuke pulled out the bar stool next to him and proffered it to Shuuhei. "You don't seem the type to run away."
"I think it's mostly just me trying to outrun short-term memory," Shuuhei groused as he situated himself on the stool, startling when a drink appeared next to his hand as though by magic. "Just a bad date. Renji's idea." Shuuhei rolled his eyes, tipping his glass and drinking deeply.
"Friends do get intriguing ideas that, I must say, can end up very badly. What did he set you up with?" Kisuke gave a small smile as he took another sip of his beer.
"You heard of Grimmjow? MMA? Crazy hair? Bad attitude?"
"Mm...yes. I have. Middleweight fighter, upcoming fish in the local pond, so far as I know. Seems promising mostly due to an extremely aggressive attitude. His hair...is it actually blue?" Kisuke asked, watching Shuuhei now instead of his drink or the bartender.
"Currently blue and purple," Shuuhei confirmed. "Though didn't exactly check to see if it was au natural. But that 'extremely aggressive attitude?' That's definitely for real." He chuckled.
"Oh my. That sounds...irritating in a date," Kisuke said with a laugh. "Does he talk as much as he does in the ring?"
"Would you believe he does?" Shuuhei asked with mock astonishment. "At volume, even. He's charming for an asshole, I suppose." Shuuhei sighed and shook himself. "And I'm bitching. So." Shuuhei turned on the stool and leaned against the bar, supporting his head with one fist. "You're looking dapper this evening. What's the occasion?"
"Mmm...a social gathering that my dear Yoruichi and Tessai insisted that I go to, and Miss Yoruichi insisted on appropriate clothing and what she called proper hygiene, though I don't think I offend on any basis." Kisuke said with mild distaste.
"Certainly not," Shuuhei managed with all seriousness. "Though it's nice to see all of your face at one time without its usual charming layer of fur."
"Scruff. It's scruff. Charming, roguish, cute scruff. Not fur." Kisuke smiled a smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes.
"I sit, schooled and corrected," Shuuhei quipped, absolutely not thinking anything on the subject of cute and Kisuke or how they obviously went together in the same sentence.
"Social gathering?" Shuuhei inquired.
"Yes." Kisuke looked tempted to leave it at that, but then shrugged. "Well...to put it more bluntly, I was set up in a blind date as well, at Leaf. So I dressed for the occasion and was bored out of my skull by a hospital administrator who was so crisp, cruel, and cold as to make an iceberg look cuddly."
"Sounds like a shitty way to spend an evening," Shuuhei surmised, sipping at his drink and getting entirely lost for a second at the way Kisuke's hair folded neatly behind one ear. He mentally kicked himself.
"Quite. I was listening to your conversation simply so that I might have the munitions by which to beard my own lions when I got home. Though I'll admit that now the evening has become rather more rewarding." Kisuke played with his napkin, long slender fingers folding the soft cloth with unhurried intent. "Was there any particular reason Abarai felt you needed a date?"
Shuuhei took a second before he answered, trying to decipher Kisuke Code. He got as far as bearding lions and just couldn't wrap his brain around anything else.
With another sharp reminder to himself that Kisuke was one of the few straight people left in the City, and it didn't really do any good to think about him at home, out of the suit, and doing anything at all, Shuuhei shook his head once and replied, "He's happy. And he likes to share. Everything. So, he's..." Shuuhei sighed and chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "It's endearing, for Renji, anyway."
Kisuke's gray eyes followed Shuuhei's hand and he bit his lower lip before leaning back in his bar stool. "Happy people do so want everyone around them to be happy as well. Yoruichi is very much like that. I guess that's why she tried to fix me up with Ishida Ryuuken. Rich, smart, and capable of restraining raving lunatics with a single command. Perhaps she thought he'd be appropriate."
"Restraining…Jesus that's kinda...she...wait, what?" Shuuhei said. Eloquently.
Kisuke smiled a near-wistful smile at Shuuhei. "Yes, Yoruichi set me up on a blind date with Uryuu's father."
"Uryuu's...father," Shuuhei repeated slowly. Information quickly assimilated and Shuuhei became reacquainted with the age-old problem of square pegs and round holes. Had Kisuke ever actually said he was straight? Or was that something Ichigo and Renji just assumed? Granted, Kisuke did seem content to watch when Renji tried to pin one or more of them down in a drunken display of aggression, usually just to piss Ichigo off, but Shuuhei always assumed Kisuke was being a good sport.
But more importantly, why in the hell was the idea of Kisuke playing for Shuuhei's team inspiring such tantalizing and utterly distracting heat down south?
Shit…say something…anything…
"I...I had no...idea...that Uryuu's father was, er, dating," Shuuhei said, voice only slightly rougher than normal.
"I wasn't privy to that fact, either, until I showed up at the Leaf, gave the name 'Flynn' to the maître de and there he was, silver-haired and frowning over steel-rimmed glasses." Kisuke sighed. "A pretty sight, to be sure, but not a nut that I wish to crack."
Struggling for his usual decorum when his mind kept flashing OH MY GOD KISUKE'S GAY?!?!?! in red neon, Shuuhei nodded sympathetically. "The way Uryuu speaks of him, he's a...well. Not a nut I'd wish on anyone. Particularly not on a blind date."
"He was...boring, actually. Kept wanting to talk about work, or the latest medical miracle, how to manage hundreds of employees or..." Kisuke waved one hand. "Whatever...nothing like our fascinating conversations at Deathtoll, even with Renji taken, he and Byakuya have an astonishing range given their exclusivity, now."
"That they do," Shuuhei wholeheartedly agreed and happy for the change in subject matter. He finished his drink and thought about another. He might need it. "Get to hear some of the rather intimate details when Renji goes off on a weekend stint tied to Byakuya's headboard and needs somebody to look after Howl." Shuuhei chuckled. "Payment in kind and all that…" He sucked an ice cube out of the glass and swirled it into one cheek.
Kisuke laughed and then tilted his head. "Would you wish for weekends like that?"
Shuuhei bit the ice cube in two. Maybe...maybe he should skip the Coke in the next drink. He swallowed and looked at Kisuke, appraisingly. The blond's expression gave absolutely nothing away, and Shuuhei couldn't tell if this was theoretical or something else.
Nah, couldn't be, Shuuhei thought. Kisuke'd never shown a second's interest in…or…well, okay, had he? Shuuhei realized with a start that he just didn't bloody know.
Another drink. Definitely.
"Well…wouldn't anyone?" Shuuhei replied slowly and evenly. "Weekend with a hot, responsive partner there to help you fulfill fantasies?" Shuuhei smiled, a tilt of the corners of his mouth. "I've had worse."
"As have we all," Kisuke smiled, eyes hooding for a moment, as he looked at his near-empty beer. He beckoned to the very attentive barkeeper and smiled, "May I please have a bottled Guinness?"
"Of course you may," the bartender said immediately, and Shuuhei frowned, trying to keep up with all the new information flowing around him like class five rapids and not noticing the bartender had been so close. The man ambled off, presumably in the direction of bottled beer.
Kisuke tilted his head again, giving his full attention to Shuuhei. "Well, would you like to go then? Kuchiki and I might reach a sort of understanding, if you wished to visit his country estate with me. I understand he has more than just the master bedroom equipped with sturdy supports. It would certainly improve this weekend."
"Go. With you. To Byakuya's. Country estate. Where there are. Supports?" Shuuhei repeated, the mental images assaulting logic and reason with large, blunt objects.
"Probably a chest or two of toys as well, knowing the way Byakuya thinks," Kisuke said with a sigh and a challenging look at Shuuhei. "And if you don't mind too much, I'd appreciate it if you decided before the barkeeper comes back."
Shuuhei blinked. "I'm...sorry? I'm still stuck back on you being..." He frowned; sighed. Images of the god-awful date and yelling at Renji filled his brain. He couldn't believe his best friend thought that blue-haired asshole would actually be a match. It was preposterous.
Almost as insane as finding a well-groomed and suddenly gay Kisuke at a bar in the Fashion District, and getting offered a weekend of who the fuck knew. He knew the stories about Byakuya: the man was a freak among freaks in all the fun ways. Shuuhei's eyes got a little wider as he thought about Kisuke in those same terms.
Goddamn…it really is all the quiet ones…
Shuuhei shifted on the stool, thinking fast. Kisuke was a friend: Shuuhei liked and trusted him. Had definitely thought about him naked. Maybe naked and moaning once or twice for good masturbation measure, but the whole night was so damned absurd that obviously he was dreaming and logic dictated that Shuuhei do the wise, appropriate thing, here…
"Oh fuck why not?" Shuuhei said in a rush.
"Good. I like decisive men," Kisuke said with a smile. "I'll just need a minute to take care of my stout, the check for both of us, a few phone calls, and are you parked where you can leave your transportation?"
"Er, y-yeah," Shuuhei said. Things were moving at roughly six times light speed, here, and Shuuhei struggled to keep up. Unlike him, really, but apparently Kisuke was unexpectedly talented in knocking the wind out of one's lungs.
"Good then." Kisuke turned his back on Shuuhei and made a phone call where the key words seemed to be 'hunting lodge' and 'yes, I'll have that to you tonight' and 'thank you, very much for your consideration, sir'. Kisuke then took the phone from his ear to give Shuuhei a smile and the bartender a nod as he came back with his drink, and then there was another conversation that summed up as 'pick up in ten minutes at Glow'.
"Quick shot for the road?" the bartender asked, and Shuuhei looked at him, noticing his eyes didn't match -- one was brown, the other blue.
"I'm good, thanks," Shuuhei replied.
"Wit over liquid courage, hm?" the bartender asked.
Shuuhei's eyebrows went up and down in acknowledgement, and, chuckling, the bartender moved away with a purposeful stride. Shuuhei turned to watch Kisuke finish up his phone calls and picked up his glass, drinking down the dark brew as if it were mother's milk. He grinned a quick flash of a grin at the bartender when he wandered back with the bill, and laid cash on the folder. When the man left with the money, Kisuke said briskly, "Would you like to come with me to get a few things for the weekend in the shops here? Would be quicker than going all the way home, and might be fun to splurge a little, if you wish. My treat?"
Shuuhei laughed, feeling a little like a misplaced extra in a kinkier version of Indecent Proposal. "Treat," he said. "Right. Well, it would be faster...and you're probably dying to get out of that suit." Shuuhei lowered his voice for Kisuke's ears. "Though you make it look damned good."
Kisuke struck a preening pose for just a moment before making a face and laughing. "Yes, I guess it is obvious that I would rather be in my flip flops, hat, and Hawaiian shirt, though I can't imagine James offering such atrocities. Though I'm fairly certain that any shop that offers toothbrushes will also supply an appropriate shirt for my needs."
"Rite Aid, here we come," Shuuhei said good-naturedly as he got up and started walking with Kisuke toward the door.
Kisuke laughed and held the door for Shuuhei, who mocked a bow before walking outside. The limo was already parked on the curb, and Kisuke casually walked over to tell the driver to wait. Shuuhei followed the movement of Kisuke's ass, felt bad about it for half a second, wondered what in the hell was going on here and why he was agreeable, and then decided not to worry about it as he went with Kisuke to various stores in quick succession.
Shuuhei put up a decent protest when Kisuke insisted on far nicer clothes at James than Shuuhei would have ever bought himself, and he actually blushed when the clerks found the entire tirade very amusing. Shuuhei threw his hands up in the air after Kisuke started to compose an impromptu sonnet to how one particular shirt would match the dark color of Shuuhei's eyes.
"Just buy the goddamned thing, then," Shuuhei laughed, and Kisuke obliged.
Rite Aid -- always just around the next corner, it seemed -- had everything else they needed: including a very bad Hawaiian shirt or two. Shuuhei winced when Kisuke picked out a yellow one, put it back forcefully, and grabbed sky blue instead.
"Renji would kill me if I let you buy cirrhosis yellow," Shuuhei explained calmly, and Kisuke seemed amenable to that logic.
Purchases complete, bags in hand, and nicely dazed feeling settling over his body, Shuuhei followed Kisuke back toward the limo.
Kisuke grinned as Shuuhei opened the door for him, and he ducked in to hand over a slip of paper with the address of the Kuchiki estate. "Take us here, please. There's no rush, but I'd prefer it if we had our privacy."
"Yes, sir," chirped the woman driver, and smoked glass came up between her and the passenger area.
Kisuke climbed the rest of the way into the nicely appointed car, and slouched happily on the leather seat. Shuuhei climbed in and closed the door after him, sighing and wiping his hands on his pants and wondering what in the hell came next.
"Kuchiki's estate," Shuuhei mused, more for something to say. "Didn't know he had one."
"He has a nice hunting lodge in the mountains, complete with horses and staff, though I suspect he goes more often for the foliage, which demands nothing but contemplation, rather than the social business gatherings he used to have there. He also has a castle he bought in Wales, but that is his European base when he's out there on business. Both are in his name rather than the corporation's,, but they were both set up more for the sake of business. So perhaps it is understandable that you don't know about them," Kisuke said thoughtfully. "The staff at the lodge like me as I'm easy to take care of, and the cook there makes an excellent stuffed French Toast. So I enjoy it when I can."
Shuuhei rubbed the back of his neck. "Renji's been holding out on me." He chuckled, reminding himself that despite everything that had transpired thus far tonight, this was still just Kisuke, and Shuuhei really did like the guy. He settled into the seat, eyes glancing out the window to watch lights and buildings pass.
Quietly, Kisuke reached over and gently ran a fingertip up Shuuhei's hand to a wrist laced in colors. "How long have you been doing this?"
"Doing what?" Shuuhei asked, eyes going down to stare at the point of touch, unsure if Kisuke meant riding in the backs of limos -- about ten minutes -- or screwing men -- about ten years.
"Tattoos. Did you ink your own skin?"
"Oh," Shuuhei said, and laughed at himself. "Yeah, I did. Still do -- refresh an outline, that sort of thing." Shuuhei slowly turned his hand over, palm open. "This was the first one," Shuuhei said, pointing to a series of black stars purposely shaded to fade in a circle on the inside of his left wrist.
"You are quite the artist," Kisuke said reflectively, fingertips gently exploring the stars and then the sweep of the circle. "Would you mind..." He bit his lip and then laughed, "I guess I'm looking forward to seeing what else you've etched on your skin. Abarai's are magnificent, but he's rather more forthcoming with the reveals, especially when hunting some pretty thing in the baths at the gym."
Shuuhei snorted. "I'm not so…obvious," he said, going quiet for a second as Kisuke traced the points of a star in a distracting sort of way.
"But I like what I did to Renji," Shuuhei murmured, hand flexing beneath Kisuke's touch. "It's good for tribal, even if it did take me a couple tries to get a couple of them right in the earlier days." Shuuhei looked at Kisuke, smirk toying across his lips. "For practice, I did some in that kind of pattern around my hipbones."
"Mm..." Kisuke gave a soft hum of appreciation.
Shuuhei's gaze wandered over Kisuke's face, down his neck, and over the slope of one shoulder. He sat forward, half-turning in the seat. "This one's a favorite," Shuuhei said, undoing one button of his shirt to slide the fabric to the side. A dark green lizard slithered over Shuuhei's collar bone, head toward his neck and eyes bright. Shuuhei leaned close so Kisuke could see.
"Didn't do it, though...impossible…angle." Shuuhei said, head tilting, heart beating a little faster and gaze watchful.
Kisuke leaned in, silver eyes nearly as bright as the lizard's as he glanced up at Shuuhei before breathing softly over the skin of Shuuhei's collarbones. "Who did it for you?"
"Friend of mine who taught me shading techniques," Shuuhei murmured, one hand coming up to rest lightly on Kisuke's knee. Kisuke smiled and leaned just that inch further, warm lips lightly brushing the lizard's back and tail, tongue a slender, slick cool trail between. "Mm... sweetly done."
"Glad you like it," Shuuhei replied, fingers squeezing Kisuke's leg. "It's always the unexpected ones that turn out so well."
Kisuke smiled again and moved to lean quietly against Shuuhei's side and slouched so that he could rest his head against Shuuhei's shoulder. "Indeed. I am glad that this night has turned out far more interesting than I had anticipated, and all the more surprising to find this with a friend."
Moving slowly so as not to dislodge Kisuke, Shuuhei shifted back to lean against the seat, urging Kisuke to go with him with one hand. "I have to say the night's going unexpected places..." Shuuhei said softly, arm sliding about Kisuke, any bare skin tingling from the touch. "Didn't know any of this about you. I'm...happy you..." Shuuhei thought about it. "I'm happy you trust me."
"A very rare commodity," Kisuke quipped lightly, relaxing into the contact. "Trust, affection, fondness, companionship, and the enticingly rare ability not to crow over conquests. We've talked and drank together and sympathized over our friends for years, you've earned a bit more honesty than most, my friend."
"Aw, Kisuke...I didn't know you cared," Shuuhei said. His free hand came up to touch and trace the thick hair tucked behind Kisuke's ear. "Really," he said, voice quieter and more serious. "I didn't..."
"Maybe I don't," Kisuke said as quietly, eyes flickering away but then back to gaze steadily at Shuuhei.
Shuuhei's fingers stilled for a second and then went back to memorizing texture. "I - I do. I wouldn't have agreed to come with you if I didn't."
Kisuke looked up, eyes widening. His mouth twisted with something like pain, and then he nodded. "No, you wouldn't have, and here I am lost in the fields of desire, unable to see the lines of morality. I want to be with you, and I like and trust you. But, to be fair, I do not really know what care is, especially once I have a goal in mind; but I'll try my best with you."
Shuuhei shrugged one shoulder, considering. "That's more than I would know to ask of you. I'm..." Shuuhei chuckled. "Good to be here. For now."
"That will have to be good enough, and a bridge, perhaps, to more." Kisuke leaned forward and kissed Shuuhei gently.
Shuuhei groaned, half in shock and half in undiluted anticipation, and tilted his head to answer Kisuke's kiss and deepen it. Both hands flexed on Kisuke's body, and he pulled Kisuke closer as his breathing quickened. Kisuke opened his mouth more to Shuuhei's kiss, tongue tip lightly teasing Shuuhei's lips as his hands slid around Shuuhei's torso and clung.
Shuuhei's touch moved from Kisuke's hip to his belt with single-minded purpose, the need he felt in Kisuke making his tongue slide faster against the blond's and his arm and hand hold the man tighter. Kisuke gave a soft groan, and he sucked on Shuuhei's tongue even as his hands opened to smooth against Shuuhei's back.
With a low sound of appreciative lust, Shuuhei got belt and fly undone. He pushed the jacket away, the shirt up and other cloth aside, sliding his hand along Kisuke's skin and teasing his fingertips over Kisuke's cock. Shuuhei watched as Kisuke's head went back and he slowed just before he was able to set the back of his head against the top of the door. Kisuke got his shoulders up against the window and then grinned as his hips moved up into the teasing touch.
"Mm...definitely more interesting activities," Kisuke murmured.
Shuuhei almost smiled, fingers still playing as he reached for Kisuke and spread his legs on the seat. "C'mere..." he husked and pulled Kisuke back to him, situated him between spread thighs. One hand teased and toyed along Kisuke's length, the other moved up behind Kisuke's neck, pulling him close and then closer for another kiss. Kisuke closed his eyes, turned his head to Shuuhei's gentle pressure and kissed back hungrily, mouth eager with just the edge of teeth and light caress of tongue. His body pressed against Shuuhei's and he slid his hands under Shuuhei's thighs.
Quiet noises escaped Shuuhei's throat as he tasted a man he never thought he'd ever get to kiss. His arm wrapped around and held Kisuke against him, fingers finally circling around Kisuke and stroking once without purpose or plan; merely feeling skin. Kisuke pulled a quick breath in through his nose and then rumbled a soft appreciative sound, his hands tightening on Shuuhei's thighs as his own hips rolled after the touch.
"Kisuke," Shuuhei whispered, breaking the kiss to bend and work again at the other man's throat: raining hard presses of mouth and tongue along the skin and feeling dizzy, lucky, good. Shuuhei's free hand came up and turned Kisuke's head, gently, giving himself room to work and something to hold while the hand wrapped around Kisuke's cock began to stoke, slow and sure.
Panting softly, Kisuke tilted his head back onto Shuuhei's shoulder, and his hips rolled with each touch, muscles gradually tightening so that his motions started brushing Shuuhei's groin even as his hands kneaded Shuuhei's thighs. The friction made Shuuhei's breath stutter over Kisuke's throat, and he brought his hand up to his mouth, unceremoniously coating it with saliva before returning it to swirl over the head of Kisuke's cock and down the length.
A slow groan, low and reluctant dragged from Kisuke's mouth, as his body bucked up into the firmer strokes. He chuckled breathlessly and whispered, "Now you're making me rethink this damned societal armor as well...getting a hand job while in a full suit is something every man should experience."
Shuuhei coughed a laugh and bit Kisuke's neck, brief and hard. "Ya know, if you can still talk like that, then maybe you need to experience the blow job in a full suit." Shuuhei shook his head and licked the bite mark. "Societal...fuckin' armor...eeesh..."
Laughing, Kisuke purred softly, "Maybe I do."
Shuuhei licked Kisuke's ear, making the blond man twist with a bitten-off moan. "Maybe..." Shuuhei husked. "Is that a, 'Please suck me, Shuuhei?' I just heard?"
"Oh, it could well be, Mr. Hisagi." Kisuke murmured. "It might even have been a 'Please, Mr. Hisagi, would you go down on me and make me twist, lose my mind, and shout for Heaven's sake let me come' that I said. Perhaps. Though if you do wish for a more simple plea, then yes, please, do suck my cock, Shuuhei."
Shuuhei's brain ceased to work for several redlining seconds, and he swallowed. Hard. Then he recovered enough to lick Kisuke's ear again. "I think we could work something out...yeah..." he said, voice a near growl. "Move over into the other seat, Kisuke."
Shifting to comply, Kisuke started pulling off his coat, and Shuuhei thought fast. "Wait," he said quietly. Shuuhei swallowed, eying Kisuke's coat as it slid off his shoulders and stopped around his elbows.
"Hm?" Kisuke asked and, seeing where Shuuhei's gaze lay, he chuckled and pulled against the cloth restraining his elbows behind his back. His shoulders and throat muscles suddenly came in to relief, and he sat back. "You like that?" Kisuke husked softly.
"Yeah," Shuuhei answered, sliding off the seat to kneel in front of Kisuke, eyes intent as he considered, nerves losing to heat in a swift internal battle. "I could...just..."
With a quick glance up at Kisuke, Shuuhei wet his lips and leaned to reach behind the blond man and got his hands around the sleeves of the coat. He tied them off in a simple knot, and then grabbed the ends of the coat to tangle them up and over in a loose wrap. If Kisuke struggled it'd all come undone, but Shuuhei's breath caught when he squeezed Kisuke's hands and felt Kisuke clutch back at the touch before slipping away against the fabric.
Kisuke groaned softly, something relaxing in his entire stance, his legs opening to Shuuhei's presence, and Kisuke began to pant. "You have...and I like that. Please do...proceed...as you wish."
Shuuhei shuddered, wondering at himself, the night, the everything and then resolutely not giving a flying fuck as he settled between Kisuke's legs. One hand twisted the fabric of the coat tighter, the other came down to squeeze Kisuke's inner thigh, and he bent his head down to lap at the head of Kisuke's cock. The bound man bit his lip as his body jerked and he strangled off a shout, even as his cock, already standing to attention, went hard under Shuuhei's tongue, drops of precum oozing from the tip. His head went back against the seat, and the thigh under Shuuhei's grip hardened and quivered.
"Oh yeah," Shuuhei breathed, fingers moving to steady Kisuke's base. He kissed and sucked hard to taste the liquid pooling and running from Kisuke's slit, and swirled his tongue while his hand began to stroke: steady and loose. A low moan escaped Kisuke's tightened lips, and his hips began to move to the rhythm of Shuuhei's hand, the breath coming hard through Kisuke's nose until he finally gave up. Kisuke panted, and each breath was linked to Shuuhei's strokes and ended with a soft note of need.
Every sound sizzled down Shuuhei's spine, cock hard and sweat forming beneath his clothes. He moaned and moved to cover Kisuke's cock with his mouth and slid down, lips wet and tight, tongue digging and undulating, and hand slowing as it met the ring of his lips and he forced Kisuke against the roof of his mouth and into his throat.
Muffling a cry with a bitten lip, Kisuke twisted and bucked, and coat cloth tensed as he strained against the lock on his elbows. He then whispered, nearly hissing, "Shuuhei...that's...gah... good..."
Thank God, Shuuhei thought to himself, shuddering and feeling a surge of pride that he had Kisuke twisting and trying to be quiet. There was nothing better than having a man by the balls...or the cock, in this case. And with his arms bound like that…
Shuuhei's shoulders rocked again as heat lanced through his gut. Working his throat in a deliberate swallow, Shuuhei pulled back to slide down again, making Kisuke jerk. Shuuhei's lips tightened and his brow furrowed in annoyance as Kisuke's tie fell to brush Shuuhei's cheek.
Tie…
Rolling his eyes up he saw the lip captured between Kisuke's teeth and slid down again, contemplating ways to do what Kisuke asked: get him out of his mind. Bringing his head up from the back of the seat, Kisuke looked back at Shuuhei, blushing and panting.
Thinking and working his mouth and tongue, Shuuhei let go of Kisuke's cock to push his hand beneath the blond's shirt, yanking buttons undone as he went so he could trace over the muscles of Kisuke's abdomen. He hummed appreciatively as he found hard lines, definition, and soft, heated skin. Shuuhei groaned as he thought about how good Kisuke might look sans all his clothing, and then he refocused to move his other hand up to the knot of the tie, slightly loose about Kisuke's neck.
Muscles trembling, Kisuke gasped and curled in toward the touch, and the motion made his cock move in Shuuhei's mouth. "Your tongue...oh, gods of sea and air...what are you...uhh...doing there?"
Shuuhei almost dropped his hand at the question, doubt a flash-fire, but then he thought about how enticing an incoherent Kisuke would be; enticing and really fucking rare. He heard Kisuke's plea again and the idea nudged harder at Shuuhei's lust and curiosity.
Coming off Kisuke's cock, Shuuhei purposefully dragged his teeth with the faintest of scrapes to a high whine from Kisuke and another twist of his body before grunting when Shuuhei lapped once at the head.
"Something useful," Shuuhei murmured, both hands undoing the tie with deft efficiency.
"U...u...useful? What..." Kisuke obviously took another breath just to try and get control of his panting again. "What utility might that bit of cloth have?"
Shuuhei's head tilted as he pulled the tie free, shivering at the sound it made. "I think it'd look good between your teeth," Shuuhei said quietly, eyes on Kisuke's mouth. "Spare your lip..." He reached to brush his thumb over the abused bit of soft skin.
Kisuke's eyes grew wide, and Shuuhei's heart threatened to stop, but then he smiled as his head bent to kiss Shuuhei's thumb, eyes hooding once again. When he looked up the look was cool and quiet.
"That would be very useful indeed. Please do." Kisuke's gaze returned to the strip of cloth in Shuuhei's hand, and he opened his mouth.
Fumbling for grace and barely finding it, Shuuhei pushed off the floor of the car, put one knee on the seat, loomed over the other man, and got the tie between Kisuke's lips. He was breathing hard as he made the knot over Kisuke's thick hair, and he stroked his fingers along Kisuke's jaw when he was done, other hand cradling the back of Kisuke's head.
Leaning into the touches, Kisuke's body rolled, his cock standing at attention over the just-undone dress pants, and shoulders tensing again against the coat, bare abs and chest coming into sharp relief. His eyes, now blown black, watched Shuuhei without the reservation he'd taken on when he'd opened his mouth, and something hungry, nearly desperate, lurked in the shadows.
"Nnngh..." Shuuhei half-moaned and he leaned down to kiss the fabric of the tie before falling down onto his knees. In one smooth motion, Kisuke's cock was in Shuuhei's hand and back in his mouth, tongue glancing over the slit before flicking against the underside of the head. This time, Kisuke groaned into the makeshift gag as his cock twitched and filled fast. Every muscle in the blond's body tensed, shifted as his eyes closed completely and his head went back.
Shuuhei watched Kisuke and then his gaze dulled as he set to work. One hand caressing over Kisuke's skin, feeling muscles move, and the other helped his mouth: it stroked the lower third of Kisuke's cock while Shuuhei bobbed down and then back up, turning and twisting his head and lips in a spiral over the rigid flesh. With a restless cry Kisuke thrashed his head to the right and then the left, his pulse throbbing under the skin of his cock. Muscles tightened under Shuuhei's touch, and Kisuke bucked, half-helpless and whimpering, into the steady rhythm of hand and mouth.
Grunting once and sighing harshly through his nose, Shuuhei repeated the move twice more, slowly, and when Kisuke bucked into his mouth again, Shuuhei let him slide deep and swallowed him down, hand finding a nipple to toy with, gently squeezing. Kisuke's body arched, thrashed, and forgot to breathe for a long moment before Kisuke grunted and came, hips pushing three more times as his cock pulsed and sounds like muffled sobs escaped around the gag.
With a toned sound caught between satisfaction and need, Shuuhei let Kisuke move as he wanted between his lips. He swallowed, gently lapping, and finally pulled away to pant, forehead on Kisuke's thigh. One hand reached behind Kisuke and jerked on the jacket, untying it easily with one pull. Kisuke helped, giving the jacket two hard yanks, but then lay back, closing his eyes for a long moment before opening them to smoothly and gently pull the jacket off his arms. He then stroked Shuuhei's hair once before reaching up for the makeshift gag, long fingers teasing out the knot.
Shuuhei swallowed.
I just blew Urahara Kisuke while he was sort of tied up and kind of gagged in the back of a fucking limo on the way to some hunting estate that Renji's boyfriend apparently owns.
Circumstances were definitely out of Shuuhei's norm, but he turned his head into the brush of Kisuke's hand. He was hard enough to hurt, and more than a little sure he'd be seeing Kisuke's face every time he jacked off for the next month, the sound of Kisuke coming providing the soundtrack.
Wrapping the tie about his fingers to slip it into his pocket, Kisuke buttoned up his shirt, gently tucked himself back into his pants, and fastened them before running his fingers through Shuuhei's spiky hair again. He swallowed and licked his lips before he said softly, "Thank you, very much. I hope I can return the favor, perhaps with interest, once we're safely settled at the house."
Shuuhei cleared his throat and got up to sit down hard onto the leather seat next to Kisuke, wincing as he raised his hips and readjusted his pants. He blew out a puff of air and ran his hand through his hair, looking at Kisuke.
"You're...welcome." Shuuhei managed to make it a statement, not a question. "Can I..." Shuuhei closed his mouth, rolled his eyes, heard Renji laughing at him, and shook his head, smiling ruefully. "Welcome."
Leaning forward, Kisuke kissed Shuuhei gently, a light stroke of his tongue on Shuuhei's lips. He broke the kiss to murmur, "What do you wish, Shuuhei?"
It was so damned weird and amazing to have Kisuke this close and asking such things, and Shuuhei smiled before his expression softened. He kissed Kisuke again, marveling at the feel of the other man's mouth and how good everything felt.
"Just thought I could, dunno...hold you or something until we get wherever we're going. If that's...all right?" The words were hard to say, but it was what he, well, wished and wanted.
"Of course, I would enjoy that as well." Sighing, Kisuke turned so that he could lean against Shuuhei's shoulder, and he seemed far more relaxed than earlier. That went a long way to make Shuuhei feel at ease, and he turned to let Kisuke rest on his chest, sliding his arms around Kisuke to pull him close. He nosed and breathed Kisuke's hair, trying hard not to think about anything -- from pulsing cock to the fact that the only thing out the windows was trees and a whole lot of nothing.
They passed the rest of the journey in silence, Shuuhei not knowing what to say and Kisuke seemingly content where he was. Shuuhei noted when the tires went from road to driveway, the difference subtle but perceptible. He watched out the window and when the car turned, he saw the looming shape of a large house perched on top of a gentle hill. He saw chimneys in silhouette and carefully maintained trees. There were no lights, no nothing, and nerves licked at Shuuhei's insides for all sorts of reasons.
I have got to stop reading Stephen King.
"Ah. Here we are." Kisuke leaned back and moved forward to tap at the darkened partition between the driver and their compartment. The partition rolled down.
"Please take us to the side door, off the kitchen to the left of the main house." The driver nodded and pulled slowly across the driveway, gravel crunching as Kisuke moved back next to Shuuhei.
"Even if Byakuya called ahead, it'll be easier on everyone to go through the servant's entrance, as the main hall's rather forbidding. Besides, we might be able to sneak a snack, if you wish fortification?"
Shuuhei nodded. "Sure. Food sounds good. Didn't actually get to the eating portion of my dinner earlier."
"Mm..." Kisuke hummed. "I'd forgotten just how badly your evening began. I shall do my best to make it up to you, even if Mrs. Kinny has already gone to bed."
Shuuhei said nothing, feeling unsure of himself and the situation but also curious at Kisuke's ideas of "making up" the evening to Shuuhei.
The car pulled up to a door under a pool of sodium yellow light, cast by a security lamp over the doorway. Kisuke got out, and Shuuhei followed suit, remembering to grab their packages. He watched Kisuke go over to the driver's window and hand over enough payment and tip to win a smile and a wave before the limo pulled smoothly around and left, red lights bright in the darkness beyond.
And now for the omake:
A Note From RP Insanity, A Division of Demented, Inc.!
Howdy, ya'll. Note from your Demented Tour Guide, darkprism_fics, here! In the Monoshizukanohi world, Shuuhei's a tattoo artist who works for his friend Ray Cee and also with Renji at the redhead's clothing store, Howl. Kisuke owns a chain of grocery stores. The late-night giggling and negotiation over gin & Bailey's (my gin, her Bailey's) between liralen & I went something like this…
Me: I. Need. Fun.
Liralen: Yes. Yes, you do.
Me: So do you.
Liralen: Uhm…okay?
Me: Well, we're only working on three novels, our own fanfiction and original stories, so OBVIOUSLY we have time. 24 hours in a day and all that… Hm…RP?
Liralen: YES!
Me: Monoshizukanohi? Bleach boys…uhm…Shuuhei?
Liralen: AND URAHARA!
Me: Ooooh yeah, baby! And they just had…
Liralen: Bad dates!
Me: So they meet up in…
Liralen: Glow! With Kakashi!
Me: And then we could send them off to the countryside…out of the city…
Liralen: To Byakuya's country estate!
Me: So Shuuhei could finally compete with Renji's stories about his kink-ass time with Byakuya, learn the ropes, and get to kiss…Urahara…
Liralen: Who's straight?
Me: Only on the surface.
Liralen: Naturally.
Me: Ooh…it'll be fun to get Kisuke all tied up and-
Liralen: *quirk* Kisuke…? Tied…up?
Me: … … OH GODDAMIT!
Liralen: *giggling like mad*
Me: FINE! BUT I'M TYING HIM UP IN THE LIMO AND BLOWING HIM!
Liralen: Please do?
Me: *grumble giggle snort* … <3
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