misura
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springkink
Bleach (Urahara/Byakuya)
Title: Untitled (Undressed to Kill-mix)
Author: misura
Rating: PG
Warnings: A very, very liberal (not to say prudish) interpretation of the prompt. Not to say: uhm, yes, look, the pairing's the same as prompted.
Summary: A little knowledge is not a dangerous thing. (The man who might give it to you is.)
Urahara Kisuke was as much of a tease in bed as he was outside of one or, if not a tease as such, then at least someone one could not easily gain an understanding of. Byakuya knew it was this, as much as anything else, that attracted him - the notion that he might one day be able to see the true face of Urahara caused him to come back time and again, even when doing so went against his better judgment. He never asked Urahara for his reasons, nor did he ask if there were others.
Byakuya was fairly sure that there were, yet to ask would be to admit that the answer mattered to him, which would be to admit weakness.
"I had an interesting customer today."
"What did she buy?"
Urahara's eyes gleamed in the dark. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
Byakuya wondered if Rukia knew something about Urahara that he didn't - if she, perhaps, had grasped at the heart of the matter while he was still struggling with the fringes. It would be like her, really.
"Do you want me to tell you?" Urahara pressed. "I might, if you asked me nicely."
"And then kill me, no doubt," Byakuya replied, trying to sound cool. Pillow-talk, in his opinion, ought not to involve the subject of killing one's partner.
"Of course."
"I think I prefer to remain ignorant."
"Fool."
Byakuya frowned. "Excuse me?"
Urahara spread his hands in a gesture of innocence and beamed at him. "I said: your choice."
"You don't approve?"
Urahara tsk'ed. "Go to sleep, Kuchiki."
Author: misura
Rating: PG
Warnings: A very, very liberal (not to say prudish) interpretation of the prompt. Not to say: uhm, yes, look, the pairing's the same as prompted.
Summary: A little knowledge is not a dangerous thing. (The man who might give it to you is.)
Urahara Kisuke was as much of a tease in bed as he was outside of one or, if not a tease as such, then at least someone one could not easily gain an understanding of. Byakuya knew it was this, as much as anything else, that attracted him - the notion that he might one day be able to see the true face of Urahara caused him to come back time and again, even when doing so went against his better judgment. He never asked Urahara for his reasons, nor did he ask if there were others.
Byakuya was fairly sure that there were, yet to ask would be to admit that the answer mattered to him, which would be to admit weakness.
"I had an interesting customer today."
"What did she buy?"
Urahara's eyes gleamed in the dark. "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."
Byakuya wondered if Rukia knew something about Urahara that he didn't - if she, perhaps, had grasped at the heart of the matter while he was still struggling with the fringes. It would be like her, really.
"Do you want me to tell you?" Urahara pressed. "I might, if you asked me nicely."
"And then kill me, no doubt," Byakuya replied, trying to sound cool. Pillow-talk, in his opinion, ought not to involve the subject of killing one's partner.
"Of course."
"I think I prefer to remain ignorant."
"Fool."
Byakuya frowned. "Excuse me?"
Urahara spread his hands in a gesture of innocence and beamed at him. "I said: your choice."
"You don't approve?"
Urahara tsk'ed. "Go to sleep, Kuchiki."