Fanfic: Getaway -- Chapter 4
Title: Getaway -- Chapter 4
Authors: darkprism_fics and liralen
Genre: AU Bleach in darkprism_fics's Monoshizukanohi
Characters: Urahara and Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17, hardcore, anal, oral, language.
Summery: After disastrous blind dates, Urahara asks Shuuhei to spend a weekend with him at the Kuchiki Hunting Lodge, and after the first evening, Kisuke wakes up with a little... problem.
Disclaimers: Neither darkprism_fics nor I own Bleach or its characters. Neither of us make any money from these writings.
Author's Note: This is set in Darkprism_fics's AU world, Monoshizukanohai, which mixes several different universes together. And in this, Urahara owns a chain of grocery stores, and Shuuhei works in Renji's store, Howl, while doing tattoo work on the side for a friend's business.
Previous Chapter
Kisuke awoke in the dark gray of early morning light. He shook off the last of a dream wherein a red snake coiled slowly about him, mouth moving down his belly to slide a surprisingly soft and fangless mouth over his cock. In the dream he had been rock hard, and upon awakening, he found that was not just a dream.
Memory slipped through his mind like a cool stream, and he recalled the horrible, cold date with Ryuuken. After his big mistake, life had changed so drastically, and he'd scrambled to keep up and keep his head down so that no one would take it off for him. With Jinta and Ururu to take care of and Tessai and Yoruichi to work with, life had narrowed to surviving until next week. Then, after Kakashi and Neji had found him and decided to include him in their game of police and patrol, Kisuke worked to build his power base along with the grocery chain. Life had been too full for things like romance.
The date itself had surprised Kisuke; the fact that his friends were stable enough to even contemplate doing that for him. He was suddenly able to see that he'd lived for five years in the same place with the same people. Long enough to irritate them when he grew too lonely or too horny. Hirako Shinji, the head of the pharmaceuticals department of the grocery chain, was always ready for sex without attachments, but in the last few months Shinji started going out with Sarugaki Hiyori.
All that was nothing compared to the shock of meeting Ryuuken, however, and wondering if he was all that was left for someone like Kisuke: a middle aged guy with kids, and cool, cold talks about power and how to use it. That sort of man was so at odds with the other people in Kisuke's life.
Kisuke met Shuuhei, Ichigo, Rukia, and Renji as part of his scouting adventures in the worst parts of town. The young folk at Deathtoll had proven intriguingly informative, especially with Rukia and Ichigo working at the security company, Usagi Corporation. The reserved, dark-haired young man had caught Kisuke's eye, and on finding out from Renji that Shuuhei was gay, Kisuke had watched and wondered.
He'd kept his distance, not sure that the young man would want anything to do with him. Kisuke had to raise two children and lived with two people he could not leave for various reasons, so he had no illusions about being a desirable, long-term catch for Shuuhei.
After the date with Ryuuken, however, Kisuke felt sick about never taking the chance. So when he'd heard Shuuhei's emphatic, "Fuck you and your ideas of what I need," Kisuke wondered about his own needs.
A weekend. That was all Kisuke promised, a single weekend. Not a life-time partnership, not a long lasting relationship, not love ever-after. Just a weekend in the woods with a very hot young man.
However, Shuuhei had surprised him repeatedly. The laughing exchange while they shopped, the talk about caring in the car, and all the ways Shuuhei knew Kisuke that Kisuke didn't expect. It had surprised Kisuke how comfortable and content he was sleeping next to the other man.
Kisuke closed his eyes and ran through last night's events: the car ride, the exquisite blow job, the shower, and the fact that he was unable to get off a second time so close to the first. That little snafu made him ask Shuuhei just to fuck him and finish in the shower before the pleasure got too much to bear.
Six months. It seemed incredible that Shuuhei had gone without some kind of release with another human being for that long. With Yoruichi padding about his home, Shinji at work, and the occasional pick-up from Break under the watchful eye of Neji and Kakashi, Kisuke always had some sort of clean outlet. It had only been since the last bill of health from the doctor that Kisuke grew less interested. Something about the idea that he was just going to keep living -- that the death that pursued him for the last five years wasn't going to win -- made him reassess his future. Kisuke stroked the strong, still arms about him, the tattoos only dark shadows in this light, but they swirled over smooth skin and the snake of his dream grinned, teeth showing, from Shuuhei's wrist.
Should I wake him?
Turning to face Shuuhei, Kisuke saw Shuuhei looking more vulnerable than he'd ever seen him. Slender, at peace with dusky lashes against white cheeks, shaggy hair, and shadows under his eyes.
More of the surprises of last night filled Kisuke's mind: how Shuuhei had instinctively done what turned Kisuke on the most in the car, and his tender strength in the shower. Biting his lip and remembering what the youngster said just before they'd gone to sleep, Kisuke reached forward and gently, very gently, kissed slack lips.
Shuuehei's slow, even breathing hitched, a faint line appearing and then vanishing between his brows. Eyes still closed, Shuuhei moved closer to Kisuke's warmth.
Touched in a way he hadn't been in years, Kisuke slid the palm of his upper hand along strong arms, over broad back, and against narrow hips. Just a tender caress, slow and sure, not meant to startle or tease, just soothing and warm.
Shuuhei shifted with the touch, hand pressing lightly against Kisuke's lower back, and he let go of a sigh. "Mm... Kisuke..." he whispered, eyes still closed.
"Shuuhei," Kisuke murmured, his arms wrapping about Shuuhei as he kissed those parted lips again.. He was surprised and pleased to find that even morning mouth tasted good on the dark-haired man.
Shuuhei matched Kisuke's pressure and pace, and he made a soft sound, hand idly rubbing circles over the bare skin of Kisuke's back, blunt nails tracing patterns.
"Mmm... ohh..." Kisuke moaned, hard-on twitching at even the small pleasure. "I seem to have acquired a... uhm..." He paused to kiss Shuuhei again before continuing, "...mild problem that I... I'm afraid I may need your help to resolve."
Against Kisuke's mouth, Shuuhei's lips spread into a smile. "Oh... really..." He said as he slid his leg between Kisuke's and pressed them together, chuckling.
"Oh... lord..." Kisuke gasped, and he added with a chagrined tone, "Y... yes... you've gone right to the crux of it." His own hand roamed downward, cupping Shuuhei's ass before he rubbed against Shuuhei's hip with a low moan, pulling Shuuhei closer.
The brunette answered with a slow roll of his hips. Shuuhei's mouth found Kisuke's cheek and jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses in long lines. "Tell me what you want..." Shuuhei whispered, voice a harsh rasp as he nudged Kisuke's head to one side and his teeth and tongue found Kisuke's ear.
Shuddering, Kisuke gripped Shuuhei's ass even as his hips rolled and his cock screamed for more friction, more weight, more of this leg he was humping like a dog. Kisuke groaned at the spikes of sensations running through his body. He loved this. He was addicted to Shuuhei's decisive speed once the brunette got going, and to knowing, with no uncertainty, that the other man wanted him.
Voice husky and low Kisuke managed to rasp, "You. I'd love... to be in you. You riding me if you wish."
Shuuhei groaned and grabbed Kisuke to roll them so Kisuke sprawled atop the other man. "Yeah..." he said, kissing Kisuke harder and with a sweep of tongue. "Under you... want to see..." Shuuhei's knuckles brushed the side of Kisuke's face before he made their mouths meet again.
Breath coming faster, Kisuke kissed Shuuhei solidly, hands wrapping about the warm weight of Shuuhei's shoulders. The sound of Shuuhei's voice last night saying I just want you in addition to Shuuhei asking to see his face made Kisuke's chest ache, his kiss grow hungrier, urgency roaring through his veins.
With a low moan, Kisuke broke the kiss to get up and go to the night stand by the bed. Kisuke's skin awoke when Shuuhei reached to run his hand over the back of Kisuke's thigh and over his ass until Kisuke stepped out of range to throw open the drawer and find a condom and a bottle of slick.
Turning, Kisuke saw Shuuhei lying on his back, one arm under his head and other hand between his legs, stroking himself with fingertips and thumb. The dark gaze smoldered as Shuuhei eyed Kisuke, cock hardening beneath his touch.
"Oh, gods," Kisuke whispered, reverent again with the beauty of the man before him. "You're amazing, Shuuhei."
Swallowing, Kisuke dropped everything by Shuuhei's hip before bending to lick the nearest nipple, pinching lightly with his lips, and a sound of pleasure forced Shuuhei's mouth open. He inhaled deeply before Kisuke laid a slow trail of kisses, licks, and gentle bites down chest, abs. Each tiny bit of attention earned Kisuke a twitch, a soft sound, a stuttered breath, and slowly, he worked down to where Shuuhei's hand so lightly stroked. Shuuhei let his fingers fall away, shifting, legs spreading and the large muscles of his thighs tensing.
Very gently, Kisuke licked the head of Shuuhei's now firm cock, the metal ball against his tongue intrigued him, fascinated him as he stroked the smooth skin of the head, tongued the slit, and then wrapped his mouth about the top few inches.
"Ooh-ooooh..." Shuuhei breathed, fingers raking into Kisuke's hair, tips digging in a caress as Shuuhei's hips pulsed lazily up into the sensation. Kisuke's index finger and thumb ringed Shuuhei's base, stroking as lightly as the man himself did seconds ago, and Shuuhei groaned, the noise quiet but eager. Kisuke liked how Shuuhei fit his mouth, loved how it affected the other man, and he sucked as much of Shuuhei's length into his mouth as he could.
"Oh God..." Shuuhei said. "Y-yeah...ooh...Kisuke, do that and--" Shuuhei paused when Kisuke's tongue made his breathing stutter. "Hand, Kisuke, God...fuck me with you hand..."
Patting the covers for the bottle of slick, Kisuke kept his mouth over Shuuhei's cock, tongue working slow and easy, stroking at a regular pace. When he got the bottle in one hand, he let go with the other, and with a hard suck and a light scrape of his teeth that made Shuuhei hiss, Kisuke came off Shuuhei's cock to snap open the lid, pour slick over his fingertips.
Shuuhei looked down at Kisuke, dark eyes glittering and lips parting to pant. Just before Kisuke put his fingers to Shuuhei's entrance, he smiled at the dark-haired man and murmured, "As you wish."
Shuuhei let go of a sigh tinged with notes of need and anticipation. His breathing hitched when Kisuke's finger probed and then pushed inside. "Ooh, yeah..." Shuuhei rasped. "I fuckin' wish..."
Kisuke chuckled and took Shuuhei in his mouth again, the slicked finger sliding in and out and crooking, as the other hand circled Shuuhei's cock. Shuuhei shuddered, and Kisuke swirled his tongue over the metal-studded head and put it to the back of his mouth. Wanting to hear Shuuhei moan for him again, Kisuke swallowed around Shuuhei's shaft and pushed two fingers into Shuuhei to the base.
"Oooh... god....damn...." Shuuhei groaned, breathing getting erratic. His head went back and both hands reached up to grip his pillow, heel digging into the mattress.
Loving the sounds, Kisuke glanced up at Shuuhei and grunted at defined chest muscles, shoulders, biceps stark in the early morning light. His own cock ached, and in more haste than decorum, Kisuke ran a fingertip about the rim of Shuuhei's entrance, and, as he drew the two fingers out, he slid a third in beside them.
"Fuck," Shuuhei coughed and then writhed on the bed, body torn between pushing down and pulling away. Kisuke stroked all three fingers faster within Shuuhei even as he slowly dragged the cock from his throat.
The hard metal bead felt odd, but slid easily enough, and when his tongue felt the hardness of the bead again, he pushed gently against the metal just to feel it move through Shuuhei's head. The cry the attention tore from Shuuhei's body was half growl, and the muscles flexed in his arms, torso and legs.
"Nnngh..." Shuuhei panted, brow furrowed in deep lines as he looked down, gritting his teeth on another sound when Kisuke's fingers kept their pace. "Need...need you...c'mon..."
Coming off Shuuhei's cock in a hurry at the invitation, Kisuke ripped open the condom packet with his teeth, and used his free hand to stroke it onto his angrily red cock. Pulling fingers free from Shuuhei's heat, he squirted slick and slathered it over latex. The coolness and the friction fought, and the sensation threatened to blow away any semblance of control Kisuke had, and he held very still for two breaths.
Shuuhei made a tender, encouraging noise. Leaning forward into Shuuhei's legs, Kisuke said wryly, "I don't have any idea how long I'm going to last, but...here we go..." He set his tip to the wet tightness of Shuuhei's entrance and gave a low, trembling cry as he pushed.
"Keep making that sound, and I don't give a shit," Shuuhei husked before he winced and groaned as Kisuke slid deep and deeper. "Fuck..." he hissed, panting, and then wrapped his hand around Kisuke's neck, forcing Kisuke down for a scorching kiss.
Heat, tightness of Shuuhei's ring, and slick, slow slide of his cock against the clenching movement of Shuuhei's insides rendered Kisuke completely incoherent. Everything overwhelmed his senses and mind. Kisuke barely had enough control to keep himself slow, and make it to the point where he was seated to stop and wait.
Trembling hard and concentrating so much on his body, Kisuke's mouth went completely out of his control. "Sweet as honeyed fruit and velvet evening fading into night, stars falling like a rain of dammed doomed angels coming to climax under the laughter of the Emperor of Heavens, opening the rivers of light would not be so good as... oh my damned soul... Shuuhei... I'm... oh gods of heaven and light...let me move, please..."
A sound rumbled up from Shuuhei's chest, and it gradually bloomed into laughter. He kissed Kisuke, hard and swift, and made their gazes meet. "Oh, is that what all that meant?" he husked before bucking his hips, making himself gasp. "Coulda just..." Shuuhei reached for his cock, stroking and shuddering, eyelashes fluttering. "Said so..." His eyes snapped to lock on Kisuke's. "Move."
Blushing hot and bucking at the order in that tone, Kisuke obeyed. The friction of sliding out made him sob for breath and then when his hips thrust forward again, he gave a two-toned cry of pleasure and desperation.
"Shit, Kisuke..." Shuuhei murmured, words strained yet oddly affectionate. When Kisuke moved again, Shuuhei's head went back, throat and skin flushed, hand moving faster on his length, and breathing pitched in a greedy whine.
"Yeah... nnng-fuck ...yeah..."
Dragging his lips along Shuuhei's throat, Kisuke clung to Shuuhei's broad shoulders and used his hold to pull himself into Shuuhei and out again, small sounds breaking from him with each motion. He closed his eyes and got himself together enough for three fast, even strokes within that exquisite heat and tightness, and then his orgasm hit him like a runaway train.
Shuuhei released himself and used both hands to drag Kisuke's mouth to his for a kiss, sucking in the shuddering cry that escaped Kisuke's lips. Kisuke kissed desperately, hungrily, helplessly back, as his body shook and finally fell limp over Shuuhei's. Kisuke moaned quietly when Shuuhei ran his fingers into damp hair, and traded air, kissing the corner of Kisuke's mouth after a handful of heartbeats.
"So that bit about emperors in heaven meant it was good, then?" Shuuhei breathed and chuckled.
At first Kisuke's body only shook harder, and for a moment, Kisuke wasn't quite sure what was going to happen, but then he started laughing. It was breathless, weak, and shaking laughter, but mirth, nonetheless. Kissing Shuuhei's skin, the little lizard winking at him, Kisuke finally managed to say between panting breaths, "Good... uhm... yes. Quite...good..."
"Mmm..." Shuuhei sighed, hissing softly as he shifted beneath Kisuke. Shuuhei rubbed the other man's back. "Nice way to wake up."
Kisuke relaxed, suddenly realizing that Shuuhei had enjoyed it as well, liked giving this to him, liked being taken by him, and his arms went around the man beneath him. He hugged Shuuhei solidly before shifting slowly to pull free. "I'm glad...especially since I've been so remiss as to go ahead of you. May I..." Kisuke lifted his head to smile at Shuuhei. "May I help save you from the same fate that awoke me?"
Shuuhei's eyelids dropped to half mast, and he swallowed. He brushed his thumb over Kisuke's lower lip. "Yes, Kisuke...you may," Shuuhei whispered.
Tilting his head, Kisuke gently pressed his lips to Shuuhei's thumb. "It seems just the courteous thing to do, Shuuhei, but I also take great pleasure in being able to worship your form, and the taste of you is something I am finding addictive the more I am allowed." Shuuhei's eyes widened and his body relaxed with a silent exhale.
Kisuke bit the mound of Shuuhei's thumb before laying a soft kiss on his mouth. Shuuhei made a tenuous noise in the wake of the brief kiss, a protest or affirmation or both. Ignoring the trembling of his arms, Kisuke levered himself to move to Shuuhei's left nipple, tongue and mouth sucking and working the nub. Hands cupped the back of Kisuke's head and over his shoulder, and the body beneath his rolled and bucked with a quiet but ragged sound of pleasure.
Loving that cry, Kisuke stayed where he was, stroking at Shuuhei's nipple with long, slow rasps of his tongue. Kisuke was thrilled that he could just take his time. They didn't have anywhere they had to be but here; they were beholden to no one, and nothing existed but this skin, the scent and taste of this man under him. One hand stroked down Shuuhei's belly, to circle the warm firmness of Shuuhei's cock, stroking lazily up the length of it, thumb lightly playing around the crown before going to the velvet softness of the head and the hard bump of the metal bead.
Shuuhei's body wound tighter, and his hips thrust into Kisuke's hand. The fingers cupping Kisuke's head flexed, and Shuuhei's breathing quickened. "God yeah," he husked. "God...anything you do just feels..." Shuuhei shivered.
A gentle nip of the hardened bud, a returned rasp of desire, and Kisuke came up with a soft chuckle. "Good, perhaps?"
Shuuhei barked a sound that couldn't make up its mind if it was a laugh or groan. "Yeah...really good..."
And then Kisuke was down again, nose against the vines along Shuuhei's ribs and belly, licking, kissing, nipping, on a slow, meandering path. Kisuke's hand continued the regular rhythm of his strokes, but his thumb occasionally slid or twisted the metal within the hardening head of Shuuhei's cock.
"Unngh..." The noise was a gritty sound through clenched teeth, but Shuuhei didn't tell Kisuke to hurry, to move, to pick up the pace, so Kisuke continued to savor each touch. Shuuhei trembled like he let go of himself for a moment and went tense again to stop it.
Taking time over Shuuhei's belly button, Kisuke gave that a quiet kiss and licked down the center line to nose at the coarse hairs, enjoying Shuuhei's scent. The brunette's breathing grew steadily faster as Kisuke moved his hand to cup and stroke Shuuhei's balls so he could lick up the inside curve of Shuuhei's fully erect cock.
"Oh," Shuuhei panted, going still beneath Kisuke: waiting.
Pausing, Kisuke breathed over the head of Shuuhei's cock, nearly drooling in anticipation of being able to taste him again. Softly, he said, "Shuuhei, please grab the bars of the head board in your hands and hold on to them."
Shuuhei took a breath that sounded like it wrestled its way from the depth of his body. And he kept breathing like that: through his nose, noisy, pitched, and loud as his arms went up, and he gripped the bars as Kisuke asked. Muscles strained and flexed, and he looked down at Kisuke, watching.
With a faint smile, Kisuke lowered his mouth to Shuuhei's cock. As his hand circled the base and stroked down, he sucked in the head and just kept going. Letting Shuuhei bump the entrance to his throat, Kisuke changed the angle of his head so that he could swallow Shuuhei's cock. Shuuhei garbled an unintelligible cry, trembling. At the same speed, Kisuke pulled Shuuhei's cock from this throat as his circling fingers stroked up, and then he did it again.
Every motion was smooth and continuous, without a hint of haste or abruptness.
"NNNN-AH!" Shuuhei cried, garbling groans and curses and praise. His back bowed, and the headboard creaked as he wrenched it forward.
Glancing up, Kisuke groaned around Shuuhei's cock, even as he swallowed the shaft again, closing his eyes to keep from gagging, loving the shift and slide of skin tightly fitting in his throat. He didn't fight not being able to breathe, just held still and slid free again, before licking about the head and against the piercing.
Every muscle of Shuuhei's body stood out in flushed tension for seconds that lasted a shuddering, licking forever and then he gasped a warning shout and came. A helpless whimper escaped his lips before they smacked shut, and his brow creased, hips jerking into the warm cavern of Kisuke's mouth. Swallowing greedily, Kisuke licked and sucked, and as the last pulses died away, he sighed softly through his nose, and then let go, sliding up Shuuhei's body to hold him and lightly kiss his panting mouth.
It took a second for Shuuhei's lips to work against Kisuke's in a soft press. His eyes opened as he struggled to catch his breath, the look he gave Kisuke dazed and languid.
"You can let go now," Kisuke murmured with a smile, one hand stroking up one of Shuuhei's arms to touch fingers still wrapped about the bars of the headboard. "Though I'll dream of how you looked in that last second for the next month."
Shuuhei stared up at his own hands, as though confused, and then let go to catch Kisuke's fingers in his. He pulled Kisuke against him in an embrace, kissing him again with a gentle slide of lips and hint of tongue. "Could always just do it again..." Shuuhei murmured, voice a hoarse rasp. "No need just to dream." He smiled against Kisuke's neck.
"Oh," Kisuke whispered, and an ache ran like hot, shining, molten silver through the hollow mold of his forsaken heart. The sweetness of Shuuhei's smile made his throat thick, and he couldn't say a word, instead kissing the gentle curve with a slow tenderness that trembled.
"Kisuke..." Shuuhei whispered, soft and full of unspoken meaning with a dash of concern for spice. He tightened his hold, and one hand stole up into Kisuke's hair, a press with a hint of fingertips rubbing at his nape.
Lowering his head to Shuuhei's shoulder as his body relaxed on top of the warm form, Kisuke let himself tremble. "Shuuhei," he whispered. "I must admit that I have come to the conclusion that I actually do care for you. Very much."
With a hum, Shuuhei rolled them to the side, wrapping Kisuke up in a full-body embrace. "I hoped you would," he replied. "I wouldn't do this..." He sighed and rubbed Kisuke's back. "I wouldn't do this with anyone but you. Wouldn't be here on these terms. And I think...I think I knew that even though I thought you were straight. Was fine with that -- wouldn't want to interfere, but am...really, really happy you play for my team." He chuckled, nuzzling Kisuke's hair.
"Mm..." Kisuke hummed in contentment and amusement and something like chagrin. I wouldn't do this with anyone but you. The admission from Shuuhei sent all kinds of flutters of warning and terror that anyone would care for him that way through Kisuke even as some part cried out at discovering this only now. He could have...
Stomping firmly on thoughts of what might have been, Kisuke buried his nose against Shuuhei's throat and held on. "I am glad, too," he whispered. "Glad I mustered the courage to ask, even if it took a horrible evening to do so."
Shuuhei made the tender sound again, one hand smoothing over the planes of Kisuke's back. "I've never been so thankful for a bad date." He paused and sighed. "Thank you for asking...and thank you for telling me it took courage."
"You're very, very welcome, and I'm very happy with the results of ignoring my fears. Now... please come over here?" Kisuke wheedled gently, refusing to let himself think of other fears he could do nothing about. Scooting over and tugging at Shuuhei to move from the stained and wet linens, Kisuke settled again, wrapping about the slender man with a tired sigh. "I think I can sleep now. Thank you."
"Happy to help," Shuuhei said drowsily. "And wake me...if you need...anything..." He hugged Kisuke closer, body relaxing and breathing evening out.
"Mmhm. I will." Kisuke chuckled, kissed Shuuhei's hair and settled in to sleep.
TBC
And now... darkprism_fics' omake for this chapter:
Shuuhei: You're a bastard.
Kisuke: Oh? Do elaborate, my boy.
Shuuhei: smacks Kisuke upside the back of the head
Kisuke: Ow. That's hardly what I meant, you know.
Shuuhei: grunts It's what you deserve.
Kisuke: I'm sorry, was that MY mouth giving you that blowjob?
Shuuhei: I dunno. Was that MY ass taking your cock?
Kisuke: ... touché. But I still lack understanding.
Shuuhei: You and the goddamned torture and the slow this and that and the, "Oh ya can let go now." Jesus. And by the way? YOU'RE ONLY TWO YEARS OLDER THAN ME.
Allie: God, this is better than the movies.
Liralen: I made popcorn!
Allie: Perfect!
Kisuke: gets on one knee But by all the choirs of angels singing in the heavens, I do adore thee, sweet--
Shuuhei: tackles
Kisuke: OOMPH
Authors: darkprism_fics and liralen
Genre: AU Bleach in darkprism_fics's Monoshizukanohi
Characters: Urahara and Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17, hardcore, anal, oral, language.
Summery: After disastrous blind dates, Urahara asks Shuuhei to spend a weekend with him at the Kuchiki Hunting Lodge, and after the first evening, Kisuke wakes up with a little... problem.
Disclaimers: Neither darkprism_fics nor I own Bleach or its characters. Neither of us make any money from these writings.
Author's Note: This is set in Darkprism_fics's AU world, Monoshizukanohai, which mixes several different universes together. And in this, Urahara owns a chain of grocery stores, and Shuuhei works in Renji's store, Howl, while doing tattoo work on the side for a friend's business.
Previous Chapter
Kisuke awoke in the dark gray of early morning light. He shook off the last of a dream wherein a red snake coiled slowly about him, mouth moving down his belly to slide a surprisingly soft and fangless mouth over his cock. In the dream he had been rock hard, and upon awakening, he found that was not just a dream.
Memory slipped through his mind like a cool stream, and he recalled the horrible, cold date with Ryuuken. After his big mistake, life had changed so drastically, and he'd scrambled to keep up and keep his head down so that no one would take it off for him. With Jinta and Ururu to take care of and Tessai and Yoruichi to work with, life had narrowed to surviving until next week. Then, after Kakashi and Neji had found him and decided to include him in their game of police and patrol, Kisuke worked to build his power base along with the grocery chain. Life had been too full for things like romance.
The date itself had surprised Kisuke; the fact that his friends were stable enough to even contemplate doing that for him. He was suddenly able to see that he'd lived for five years in the same place with the same people. Long enough to irritate them when he grew too lonely or too horny. Hirako Shinji, the head of the pharmaceuticals department of the grocery chain, was always ready for sex without attachments, but in the last few months Shinji started going out with Sarugaki Hiyori.
All that was nothing compared to the shock of meeting Ryuuken, however, and wondering if he was all that was left for someone like Kisuke: a middle aged guy with kids, and cool, cold talks about power and how to use it. That sort of man was so at odds with the other people in Kisuke's life.
Kisuke met Shuuhei, Ichigo, Rukia, and Renji as part of his scouting adventures in the worst parts of town. The young folk at Deathtoll had proven intriguingly informative, especially with Rukia and Ichigo working at the security company, Usagi Corporation. The reserved, dark-haired young man had caught Kisuke's eye, and on finding out from Renji that Shuuhei was gay, Kisuke had watched and wondered.
He'd kept his distance, not sure that the young man would want anything to do with him. Kisuke had to raise two children and lived with two people he could not leave for various reasons, so he had no illusions about being a desirable, long-term catch for Shuuhei.
After the date with Ryuuken, however, Kisuke felt sick about never taking the chance. So when he'd heard Shuuhei's emphatic, "Fuck you and your ideas of what I need," Kisuke wondered about his own needs.
A weekend. That was all Kisuke promised, a single weekend. Not a life-time partnership, not a long lasting relationship, not love ever-after. Just a weekend in the woods with a very hot young man.
However, Shuuhei had surprised him repeatedly. The laughing exchange while they shopped, the talk about caring in the car, and all the ways Shuuhei knew Kisuke that Kisuke didn't expect. It had surprised Kisuke how comfortable and content he was sleeping next to the other man.
Kisuke closed his eyes and ran through last night's events: the car ride, the exquisite blow job, the shower, and the fact that he was unable to get off a second time so close to the first. That little snafu made him ask Shuuhei just to fuck him and finish in the shower before the pleasure got too much to bear.
Six months. It seemed incredible that Shuuhei had gone without some kind of release with another human being for that long. With Yoruichi padding about his home, Shinji at work, and the occasional pick-up from Break under the watchful eye of Neji and Kakashi, Kisuke always had some sort of clean outlet. It had only been since the last bill of health from the doctor that Kisuke grew less interested. Something about the idea that he was just going to keep living -- that the death that pursued him for the last five years wasn't going to win -- made him reassess his future. Kisuke stroked the strong, still arms about him, the tattoos only dark shadows in this light, but they swirled over smooth skin and the snake of his dream grinned, teeth showing, from Shuuhei's wrist.
Should I wake him?
Turning to face Shuuhei, Kisuke saw Shuuhei looking more vulnerable than he'd ever seen him. Slender, at peace with dusky lashes against white cheeks, shaggy hair, and shadows under his eyes.
More of the surprises of last night filled Kisuke's mind: how Shuuhei had instinctively done what turned Kisuke on the most in the car, and his tender strength in the shower. Biting his lip and remembering what the youngster said just before they'd gone to sleep, Kisuke reached forward and gently, very gently, kissed slack lips.
Shuuehei's slow, even breathing hitched, a faint line appearing and then vanishing between his brows. Eyes still closed, Shuuhei moved closer to Kisuke's warmth.
Touched in a way he hadn't been in years, Kisuke slid the palm of his upper hand along strong arms, over broad back, and against narrow hips. Just a tender caress, slow and sure, not meant to startle or tease, just soothing and warm.
Shuuhei shifted with the touch, hand pressing lightly against Kisuke's lower back, and he let go of a sigh. "Mm... Kisuke..." he whispered, eyes still closed.
"Shuuhei," Kisuke murmured, his arms wrapping about Shuuhei as he kissed those parted lips again.. He was surprised and pleased to find that even morning mouth tasted good on the dark-haired man.
Shuuhei matched Kisuke's pressure and pace, and he made a soft sound, hand idly rubbing circles over the bare skin of Kisuke's back, blunt nails tracing patterns.
"Mmm... ohh..." Kisuke moaned, hard-on twitching at even the small pleasure. "I seem to have acquired a... uhm..." He paused to kiss Shuuhei again before continuing, "...mild problem that I... I'm afraid I may need your help to resolve."
Against Kisuke's mouth, Shuuhei's lips spread into a smile. "Oh... really..." He said as he slid his leg between Kisuke's and pressed them together, chuckling.
"Oh... lord..." Kisuke gasped, and he added with a chagrined tone, "Y... yes... you've gone right to the crux of it." His own hand roamed downward, cupping Shuuhei's ass before he rubbed against Shuuhei's hip with a low moan, pulling Shuuhei closer.
The brunette answered with a slow roll of his hips. Shuuhei's mouth found Kisuke's cheek and jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses in long lines. "Tell me what you want..." Shuuhei whispered, voice a harsh rasp as he nudged Kisuke's head to one side and his teeth and tongue found Kisuke's ear.
Shuddering, Kisuke gripped Shuuhei's ass even as his hips rolled and his cock screamed for more friction, more weight, more of this leg he was humping like a dog. Kisuke groaned at the spikes of sensations running through his body. He loved this. He was addicted to Shuuhei's decisive speed once the brunette got going, and to knowing, with no uncertainty, that the other man wanted him.
Voice husky and low Kisuke managed to rasp, "You. I'd love... to be in you. You riding me if you wish."
Shuuhei groaned and grabbed Kisuke to roll them so Kisuke sprawled atop the other man. "Yeah..." he said, kissing Kisuke harder and with a sweep of tongue. "Under you... want to see..." Shuuhei's knuckles brushed the side of Kisuke's face before he made their mouths meet again.
Breath coming faster, Kisuke kissed Shuuhei solidly, hands wrapping about the warm weight of Shuuhei's shoulders. The sound of Shuuhei's voice last night saying I just want you in addition to Shuuhei asking to see his face made Kisuke's chest ache, his kiss grow hungrier, urgency roaring through his veins.
With a low moan, Kisuke broke the kiss to get up and go to the night stand by the bed. Kisuke's skin awoke when Shuuhei reached to run his hand over the back of Kisuke's thigh and over his ass until Kisuke stepped out of range to throw open the drawer and find a condom and a bottle of slick.
Turning, Kisuke saw Shuuhei lying on his back, one arm under his head and other hand between his legs, stroking himself with fingertips and thumb. The dark gaze smoldered as Shuuhei eyed Kisuke, cock hardening beneath his touch.
"Oh, gods," Kisuke whispered, reverent again with the beauty of the man before him. "You're amazing, Shuuhei."
Swallowing, Kisuke dropped everything by Shuuhei's hip before bending to lick the nearest nipple, pinching lightly with his lips, and a sound of pleasure forced Shuuhei's mouth open. He inhaled deeply before Kisuke laid a slow trail of kisses, licks, and gentle bites down chest, abs. Each tiny bit of attention earned Kisuke a twitch, a soft sound, a stuttered breath, and slowly, he worked down to where Shuuhei's hand so lightly stroked. Shuuhei let his fingers fall away, shifting, legs spreading and the large muscles of his thighs tensing.
Very gently, Kisuke licked the head of Shuuhei's now firm cock, the metal ball against his tongue intrigued him, fascinated him as he stroked the smooth skin of the head, tongued the slit, and then wrapped his mouth about the top few inches.
"Ooh-ooooh..." Shuuhei breathed, fingers raking into Kisuke's hair, tips digging in a caress as Shuuhei's hips pulsed lazily up into the sensation. Kisuke's index finger and thumb ringed Shuuhei's base, stroking as lightly as the man himself did seconds ago, and Shuuhei groaned, the noise quiet but eager. Kisuke liked how Shuuhei fit his mouth, loved how it affected the other man, and he sucked as much of Shuuhei's length into his mouth as he could.
"Oh God..." Shuuhei said. "Y-yeah...ooh...Kisuke, do that and--" Shuuhei paused when Kisuke's tongue made his breathing stutter. "Hand, Kisuke, God...fuck me with you hand..."
Patting the covers for the bottle of slick, Kisuke kept his mouth over Shuuhei's cock, tongue working slow and easy, stroking at a regular pace. When he got the bottle in one hand, he let go with the other, and with a hard suck and a light scrape of his teeth that made Shuuhei hiss, Kisuke came off Shuuhei's cock to snap open the lid, pour slick over his fingertips.
Shuuhei looked down at Kisuke, dark eyes glittering and lips parting to pant. Just before Kisuke put his fingers to Shuuhei's entrance, he smiled at the dark-haired man and murmured, "As you wish."
Shuuhei let go of a sigh tinged with notes of need and anticipation. His breathing hitched when Kisuke's finger probed and then pushed inside. "Ooh, yeah..." Shuuhei rasped. "I fuckin' wish..."
Kisuke chuckled and took Shuuhei in his mouth again, the slicked finger sliding in and out and crooking, as the other hand circled Shuuhei's cock. Shuuhei shuddered, and Kisuke swirled his tongue over the metal-studded head and put it to the back of his mouth. Wanting to hear Shuuhei moan for him again, Kisuke swallowed around Shuuhei's shaft and pushed two fingers into Shuuhei to the base.
"Oooh... god....damn...." Shuuhei groaned, breathing getting erratic. His head went back and both hands reached up to grip his pillow, heel digging into the mattress.
Loving the sounds, Kisuke glanced up at Shuuhei and grunted at defined chest muscles, shoulders, biceps stark in the early morning light. His own cock ached, and in more haste than decorum, Kisuke ran a fingertip about the rim of Shuuhei's entrance, and, as he drew the two fingers out, he slid a third in beside them.
"Fuck," Shuuhei coughed and then writhed on the bed, body torn between pushing down and pulling away. Kisuke stroked all three fingers faster within Shuuhei even as he slowly dragged the cock from his throat.
The hard metal bead felt odd, but slid easily enough, and when his tongue felt the hardness of the bead again, he pushed gently against the metal just to feel it move through Shuuhei's head. The cry the attention tore from Shuuhei's body was half growl, and the muscles flexed in his arms, torso and legs.
"Nnngh..." Shuuhei panted, brow furrowed in deep lines as he looked down, gritting his teeth on another sound when Kisuke's fingers kept their pace. "Need...need you...c'mon..."
Coming off Shuuhei's cock in a hurry at the invitation, Kisuke ripped open the condom packet with his teeth, and used his free hand to stroke it onto his angrily red cock. Pulling fingers free from Shuuhei's heat, he squirted slick and slathered it over latex. The coolness and the friction fought, and the sensation threatened to blow away any semblance of control Kisuke had, and he held very still for two breaths.
Shuuhei made a tender, encouraging noise. Leaning forward into Shuuhei's legs, Kisuke said wryly, "I don't have any idea how long I'm going to last, but...here we go..." He set his tip to the wet tightness of Shuuhei's entrance and gave a low, trembling cry as he pushed.
"Keep making that sound, and I don't give a shit," Shuuhei husked before he winced and groaned as Kisuke slid deep and deeper. "Fuck..." he hissed, panting, and then wrapped his hand around Kisuke's neck, forcing Kisuke down for a scorching kiss.
Heat, tightness of Shuuhei's ring, and slick, slow slide of his cock against the clenching movement of Shuuhei's insides rendered Kisuke completely incoherent. Everything overwhelmed his senses and mind. Kisuke barely had enough control to keep himself slow, and make it to the point where he was seated to stop and wait.
Trembling hard and concentrating so much on his body, Kisuke's mouth went completely out of his control. "Sweet as honeyed fruit and velvet evening fading into night, stars falling like a rain of dammed doomed angels coming to climax under the laughter of the Emperor of Heavens, opening the rivers of light would not be so good as... oh my damned soul... Shuuhei... I'm... oh gods of heaven and light...let me move, please..."
A sound rumbled up from Shuuhei's chest, and it gradually bloomed into laughter. He kissed Kisuke, hard and swift, and made their gazes meet. "Oh, is that what all that meant?" he husked before bucking his hips, making himself gasp. "Coulda just..." Shuuhei reached for his cock, stroking and shuddering, eyelashes fluttering. "Said so..." His eyes snapped to lock on Kisuke's. "Move."
Blushing hot and bucking at the order in that tone, Kisuke obeyed. The friction of sliding out made him sob for breath and then when his hips thrust forward again, he gave a two-toned cry of pleasure and desperation.
"Shit, Kisuke..." Shuuhei murmured, words strained yet oddly affectionate. When Kisuke moved again, Shuuhei's head went back, throat and skin flushed, hand moving faster on his length, and breathing pitched in a greedy whine.
"Yeah... nnng-fuck ...yeah..."
Dragging his lips along Shuuhei's throat, Kisuke clung to Shuuhei's broad shoulders and used his hold to pull himself into Shuuhei and out again, small sounds breaking from him with each motion. He closed his eyes and got himself together enough for three fast, even strokes within that exquisite heat and tightness, and then his orgasm hit him like a runaway train.
Shuuhei released himself and used both hands to drag Kisuke's mouth to his for a kiss, sucking in the shuddering cry that escaped Kisuke's lips. Kisuke kissed desperately, hungrily, helplessly back, as his body shook and finally fell limp over Shuuhei's. Kisuke moaned quietly when Shuuhei ran his fingers into damp hair, and traded air, kissing the corner of Kisuke's mouth after a handful of heartbeats.
"So that bit about emperors in heaven meant it was good, then?" Shuuhei breathed and chuckled.
At first Kisuke's body only shook harder, and for a moment, Kisuke wasn't quite sure what was going to happen, but then he started laughing. It was breathless, weak, and shaking laughter, but mirth, nonetheless. Kissing Shuuhei's skin, the little lizard winking at him, Kisuke finally managed to say between panting breaths, "Good... uhm... yes. Quite...good..."
"Mmm..." Shuuhei sighed, hissing softly as he shifted beneath Kisuke. Shuuhei rubbed the other man's back. "Nice way to wake up."
Kisuke relaxed, suddenly realizing that Shuuhei had enjoyed it as well, liked giving this to him, liked being taken by him, and his arms went around the man beneath him. He hugged Shuuhei solidly before shifting slowly to pull free. "I'm glad...especially since I've been so remiss as to go ahead of you. May I..." Kisuke lifted his head to smile at Shuuhei. "May I help save you from the same fate that awoke me?"
Shuuhei's eyelids dropped to half mast, and he swallowed. He brushed his thumb over Kisuke's lower lip. "Yes, Kisuke...you may," Shuuhei whispered.
Tilting his head, Kisuke gently pressed his lips to Shuuhei's thumb. "It seems just the courteous thing to do, Shuuhei, but I also take great pleasure in being able to worship your form, and the taste of you is something I am finding addictive the more I am allowed." Shuuhei's eyes widened and his body relaxed with a silent exhale.
Kisuke bit the mound of Shuuhei's thumb before laying a soft kiss on his mouth. Shuuhei made a tenuous noise in the wake of the brief kiss, a protest or affirmation or both. Ignoring the trembling of his arms, Kisuke levered himself to move to Shuuhei's left nipple, tongue and mouth sucking and working the nub. Hands cupped the back of Kisuke's head and over his shoulder, and the body beneath his rolled and bucked with a quiet but ragged sound of pleasure.
Loving that cry, Kisuke stayed where he was, stroking at Shuuhei's nipple with long, slow rasps of his tongue. Kisuke was thrilled that he could just take his time. They didn't have anywhere they had to be but here; they were beholden to no one, and nothing existed but this skin, the scent and taste of this man under him. One hand stroked down Shuuhei's belly, to circle the warm firmness of Shuuhei's cock, stroking lazily up the length of it, thumb lightly playing around the crown before going to the velvet softness of the head and the hard bump of the metal bead.
Shuuhei's body wound tighter, and his hips thrust into Kisuke's hand. The fingers cupping Kisuke's head flexed, and Shuuhei's breathing quickened. "God yeah," he husked. "God...anything you do just feels..." Shuuhei shivered.
A gentle nip of the hardened bud, a returned rasp of desire, and Kisuke came up with a soft chuckle. "Good, perhaps?"
Shuuhei barked a sound that couldn't make up its mind if it was a laugh or groan. "Yeah...really good..."
And then Kisuke was down again, nose against the vines along Shuuhei's ribs and belly, licking, kissing, nipping, on a slow, meandering path. Kisuke's hand continued the regular rhythm of his strokes, but his thumb occasionally slid or twisted the metal within the hardening head of Shuuhei's cock.
"Unngh..." The noise was a gritty sound through clenched teeth, but Shuuhei didn't tell Kisuke to hurry, to move, to pick up the pace, so Kisuke continued to savor each touch. Shuuhei trembled like he let go of himself for a moment and went tense again to stop it.
Taking time over Shuuhei's belly button, Kisuke gave that a quiet kiss and licked down the center line to nose at the coarse hairs, enjoying Shuuhei's scent. The brunette's breathing grew steadily faster as Kisuke moved his hand to cup and stroke Shuuhei's balls so he could lick up the inside curve of Shuuhei's fully erect cock.
"Oh," Shuuhei panted, going still beneath Kisuke: waiting.
Pausing, Kisuke breathed over the head of Shuuhei's cock, nearly drooling in anticipation of being able to taste him again. Softly, he said, "Shuuhei, please grab the bars of the head board in your hands and hold on to them."
Shuuhei took a breath that sounded like it wrestled its way from the depth of his body. And he kept breathing like that: through his nose, noisy, pitched, and loud as his arms went up, and he gripped the bars as Kisuke asked. Muscles strained and flexed, and he looked down at Kisuke, watching.
With a faint smile, Kisuke lowered his mouth to Shuuhei's cock. As his hand circled the base and stroked down, he sucked in the head and just kept going. Letting Shuuhei bump the entrance to his throat, Kisuke changed the angle of his head so that he could swallow Shuuhei's cock. Shuuhei garbled an unintelligible cry, trembling. At the same speed, Kisuke pulled Shuuhei's cock from this throat as his circling fingers stroked up, and then he did it again.
Every motion was smooth and continuous, without a hint of haste or abruptness.
"NNNN-AH!" Shuuhei cried, garbling groans and curses and praise. His back bowed, and the headboard creaked as he wrenched it forward.
Glancing up, Kisuke groaned around Shuuhei's cock, even as he swallowed the shaft again, closing his eyes to keep from gagging, loving the shift and slide of skin tightly fitting in his throat. He didn't fight not being able to breathe, just held still and slid free again, before licking about the head and against the piercing.
Every muscle of Shuuhei's body stood out in flushed tension for seconds that lasted a shuddering, licking forever and then he gasped a warning shout and came. A helpless whimper escaped his lips before they smacked shut, and his brow creased, hips jerking into the warm cavern of Kisuke's mouth. Swallowing greedily, Kisuke licked and sucked, and as the last pulses died away, he sighed softly through his nose, and then let go, sliding up Shuuhei's body to hold him and lightly kiss his panting mouth.
It took a second for Shuuhei's lips to work against Kisuke's in a soft press. His eyes opened as he struggled to catch his breath, the look he gave Kisuke dazed and languid.
"You can let go now," Kisuke murmured with a smile, one hand stroking up one of Shuuhei's arms to touch fingers still wrapped about the bars of the headboard. "Though I'll dream of how you looked in that last second for the next month."
Shuuhei stared up at his own hands, as though confused, and then let go to catch Kisuke's fingers in his. He pulled Kisuke against him in an embrace, kissing him again with a gentle slide of lips and hint of tongue. "Could always just do it again..." Shuuhei murmured, voice a hoarse rasp. "No need just to dream." He smiled against Kisuke's neck.
"Oh," Kisuke whispered, and an ache ran like hot, shining, molten silver through the hollow mold of his forsaken heart. The sweetness of Shuuhei's smile made his throat thick, and he couldn't say a word, instead kissing the gentle curve with a slow tenderness that trembled.
"Kisuke..." Shuuhei whispered, soft and full of unspoken meaning with a dash of concern for spice. He tightened his hold, and one hand stole up into Kisuke's hair, a press with a hint of fingertips rubbing at his nape.
Lowering his head to Shuuhei's shoulder as his body relaxed on top of the warm form, Kisuke let himself tremble. "Shuuhei," he whispered. "I must admit that I have come to the conclusion that I actually do care for you. Very much."
With a hum, Shuuhei rolled them to the side, wrapping Kisuke up in a full-body embrace. "I hoped you would," he replied. "I wouldn't do this..." He sighed and rubbed Kisuke's back. "I wouldn't do this with anyone but you. Wouldn't be here on these terms. And I think...I think I knew that even though I thought you were straight. Was fine with that -- wouldn't want to interfere, but am...really, really happy you play for my team." He chuckled, nuzzling Kisuke's hair.
"Mm..." Kisuke hummed in contentment and amusement and something like chagrin. I wouldn't do this with anyone but you. The admission from Shuuhei sent all kinds of flutters of warning and terror that anyone would care for him that way through Kisuke even as some part cried out at discovering this only now. He could have...
Stomping firmly on thoughts of what might have been, Kisuke buried his nose against Shuuhei's throat and held on. "I am glad, too," he whispered. "Glad I mustered the courage to ask, even if it took a horrible evening to do so."
Shuuhei made the tender sound again, one hand smoothing over the planes of Kisuke's back. "I've never been so thankful for a bad date." He paused and sighed. "Thank you for asking...and thank you for telling me it took courage."
"You're very, very welcome, and I'm very happy with the results of ignoring my fears. Now... please come over here?" Kisuke wheedled gently, refusing to let himself think of other fears he could do nothing about. Scooting over and tugging at Shuuhei to move from the stained and wet linens, Kisuke settled again, wrapping about the slender man with a tired sigh. "I think I can sleep now. Thank you."
"Happy to help," Shuuhei said drowsily. "And wake me...if you need...anything..." He hugged Kisuke closer, body relaxing and breathing evening out.
"Mmhm. I will." Kisuke chuckled, kissed Shuuhei's hair and settled in to sleep.
TBC
And now... darkprism_fics' omake for this chapter:
Shuuhei: You're a bastard.
Kisuke: Oh? Do elaborate, my boy.
Shuuhei: smacks Kisuke upside the back of the head
Kisuke: Ow. That's hardly what I meant, you know.
Shuuhei: grunts It's what you deserve.
Kisuke: I'm sorry, was that MY mouth giving you that blowjob?
Shuuhei: I dunno. Was that MY ass taking your cock?
Kisuke: ... touché. But I still lack understanding.
Shuuhei: You and the goddamned torture and the slow this and that and the, "Oh ya can let go now." Jesus. And by the way? YOU'RE ONLY TWO YEARS OLDER THAN ME.
Allie: God, this is better than the movies.
Liralen: I made popcorn!
Allie: Perfect!
Kisuke: gets on one knee But by all the choirs of angels singing in the heavens, I do adore thee, sweet--
Shuuhei: tackles
Kisuke: OOMPH